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MetM · 02-01-2011, 03:04 AM

Reanimate the bodies the dead have risen
Leave you like the church split in half like a schism
Bishop talkin nonsense like he on the izm
Wrinkled cheeks would you kiss em?
Preachin the teachings of christ through a prism
Religion a figment of imagination?
zealotry confused for infatuation
Child molesters and castration
As Hell engulfs the world in fire
lookin for aid
in optimus, an arcanist or scryer

Another player another victim
Cerberus pups have sicked em
Hades had me but let me go
Cause my spirit was empty I had no soul
Sirens, Demons and unholy heathens
Sinners, story spinners, flipped tent shaped amens
Bloodied alters and black robed revreneds
The devil can't will this abomination to life
augers conducting delicate procedures with butcher knives

And the immaculate gates shall tremble
What on earth has this demon assembled?
At the same time the crunch of apples
is the sound of inquisitors breaking bones in mediaval chapels
infidel
is the leper with the smell
malnutrition belly swell
he is going straight to hell
And the king with his golden armor
Who praises the father
Whom it doesn't bother
the thought of raping his own daughter
He has broken commandents not ten but eleven
and for his actions against his brethren
he is going straight to heaven

Burt Blaze · 02-01-2011, 06:15 AM

is this meant to be a cypher? decent dark drop... cypher it is

These toys ain't tyco, rifles aimed and irate
45 make holes in you the size of pie trays
The mind of a psycho- things that might go
Bump in the night got you tense as a tightrope
Its a serial killer spittn subliminal rants which
Recieve minimal threats, eat rappers like a canibal sandwich
Hannibals manwich, try to top these flows
Burt's animal hands switch you from human to a sloppy joe
And right here, I don't need to creep in the night air
Broad daylight, guns blare, like fuck it it's 3am somewhere
Axis of evil I bring axes and cleavers
Macks hit like anvils, scrabble releases leave you in pieces
Not breathing... no segments of flesh
Just entrails still bleedin in fragments of ash
So I'll come in blazin and ceasin all thats tranquil
Devilish, cause even Satan started as fallen angel

Infamiz · 09-18-2011, 12:14 PM

aint no light in the attic only static and death
embrace the silence when the last shell crash on the steps
aint cash on the check
the darkness why i mash witta tek
a splash of thick sulfuric gasses
will collapse and infect
thats what i do with a mic
or with some keys and a beat
inhalin weed and gettin hyped
so i can comfortably breathe
combustably speak
i hate this life
and wonderously preach
about the life whats underneath
I find my fights a disease
i wont lie

Flick · 09-18-2011, 03:54 PM

thinking thoughts in the darkness, wicked images flarin
providing a glimps, of the evils im comparin
murder, suicide or a combination of both evil doings
demons dancing, with my evil thoughts stewing
tie a noose, stand on a chair with my gun
waiting on the paster, so i can have fun
open the door, swinging from the ceiling
trigger squeezed, bullets start peeling
a paster full of holes, a choir boy floating
with four pennys for the river, thier about to be boating

Beenpimpin420 · 09-25-2011, 02:41 AM

This post about some real dark evil shit.
How bout me carving a pentagram in to my girl friends clit.
And like the flames of hell my toung flicks it.
I know im going to the great inferno and I dig it.
Like a grave robber tryin to stack diggits.
A land between earth and fire lets build a bridge bitch.
So we can comingle with Dr. Mangle.
Pulled your intestines out, in a tangle.
Don't you wana tango and dance with the dead.
Fill your fuckin mind up with thoughts of guilt and dread.
Carve scrape drape the flesh softly.
Wear a dead guys carcase and tell him to get the fuck off me.
Im not a big fan of dead weight dont hate.

02-01-2011, 03:04 AM	#1
MetM Newb Member Join Date: Sep 2010 Posts: 2	Dark thoughts Reanimate the bodies the dead have risen Leave you like the church split in half like a schism Bishop talkin nonsense like he on the izm Wrinkled cheeks would you kiss em? Preachin the teachings of christ through a prism Religion a figment of imagination? zealotry confused for infatuation Child molesters and castration As Hell engulfs the world in fire lookin for aid in optimus, an arcanist or scryer Another player another victim Cerberus pups have sicked em Hades had me but let me go Cause my spirit was empty I had no soul Sirens, Demons and unholy heathens Sinners, story spinners, flipped tent shaped amens Bloodied alters and black robed revreneds The devil can't will this abomination to life augers conducting delicate procedures with butcher knives And the immaculate gates shall tremble What on earth has this demon assembled? At the same time the crunch of apples is the sound of inquisitors breaking bones in mediaval chapels infidel is the leper with the smell malnutrition belly swell he is going straight to hell And the king with his golden armor Who praises the father Whom it doesn't bother the thought of raping his own daughter He has broken commandents not ten but eleven and for his actions against his brethren he is going straight to heaven

02-01-2011, 06:15 AM	#2
Burt Blaze burtblaze.bandcamp.com Join Date: Dec 2009 Location: Detroit, MI Posts: 2,441	is this meant to be a cypher? decent dark drop... cypher it is These toys ain't tyco, rifles aimed and irate 45 make holes in you the size of pie trays The mind of a psycho- things that might go Bump in the night got you tense as a tightrope Its a serial killer spittn subliminal rants which Recieve minimal threats, eat rappers like a canibal sandwich Hannibals manwich, try to top these flows Burt's animal hands switch you from human to a sloppy joe And right here, I don't need to creep in the night air Broad daylight, guns blare, like fuck it it's 3am somewhere Axis of evil I bring axes and cleavers Macks hit like anvils, scrabble releases leave you in pieces Not breathing... no segments of flesh Just entrails still bleedin in fragments of ash So I'll come in blazin and ceasin all thats tranquil Devilish, cause even Satan started as fallen angel __________________ Burt Blaze: Upgraded (July 2010) - Leading The Blind (June 2009) Glad To Be Back: In Harm's Way (February 2012) - In The Studio (July 2011) - In The Mix EP (February 2011) - In Your House (September 2010) "I seen this mothafucka's 9 smokin... I seen the same nigga with the 9 die with his eyes open" -Scarface Last edited by Burt Blaze; 02-01-2011 at 08:15 AM.

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09-18-2011, 12:14 PM	#3
Infamiz Carnival Disciples Join Date: Sep 2011 Location: 309, IL Posts: 13	aint no light in the attic only static and death embrace the silence when the last shell crash on the steps aint cash on the check the darkness why i mash witta tek a splash of thick sulfuric gasses will collapse and infect thats what i do with a mic or with some keys and a beat inhalin weed and gettin hyped so i can comfortably breathe combustably speak i hate this life and wonderously preach about the life whats underneath I find my fights a disease i wont lie

09-18-2011, 03:54 PM	#4
Flick Junior Member Join Date: Jul 2011 Location: Fort Myers, FL Posts: 310	thinking thoughts in the darkness, wicked images flarin providing a glimps, of the evils im comparin murder, suicide or a combination of both evil doings demons dancing, with my evil thoughts stewing tie a noose, stand on a chair with my gun waiting on the paster, so i can have fun open the door, swinging from the ceiling trigger squeezed, bullets start peeling a paster full of holes, a choir boy floating with four pennys for the river, thier about to be boating

09-25-2011, 02:41 AM	#5
Beenpimpin420 Newb Member Join Date: Sep 2011 Posts: 2	This post about some real dark evil shit. How bout me carving a pentagram in to my girl friends clit. And like the flames of hell my toung flicks it. I know im going to the great inferno and I dig it. Like a grave robber tryin to stack diggits. A land between earth and fire lets build a bridge bitch. So we can comingle with Dr. Mangle. Pulled your intestines out, in a tangle. Don't you wana tango and dance with the dead. Fill your fuckin mind up with thoughts of guilt and dread. Carve scrape drape the flesh softly. Wear a dead guys carcase and tell him to get the fuck off me. Im not a big fan of dead weight dont hate.