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it's time for a war, i see you and your friends in a bunker
dead bodies emanate the stench of a dumpster
strike wit' lightnin', and then it's the thunder
to wake you up, this is the end of your slumber
on another level, sky's my habitat
fuck guns, rather have a knife or battle axe
crush the mic and run, i won't pay for it
so dangerous when i cut wit' old razor tips
i keep body parts under the ground in my basement
either that or down in my snake pit
decapitated heads inside cabinets
this'll continue 'til the day the sky vanishes
it's obvious you are afraid, no assumin' it
cut your neck, hoist your frame on a crucifix
try me fuck face, i'll cover your eyes wit' duct tape
grab a fuckin' knife and cut veins
i dare you to spit some bars after me
i'll grab a mallot and start shattering both your arms savagely
scar families, got a dark fantasy
to sever body parts and open an art gallery
fubar, penetrate wit' incisions
witness and listen as i prey on my victims
died brutally in the past, from the grave i have risen
to walk earth and slay opposition
every day i stay drunk, and pray i wake up
wait 'til you show up at your place to make love
sneak into your house wit' a razor blade tucked
and put it to your abdomen, and take your eight bucks
walk around like i'm a guest in your crib
got your lady makin' me breakfast and shit
grab your head, open your neck wit' a twist
and stuff dynamite, blow your chest into bits
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listen to the sound of the war drums
you are not allowed in the fore front
hope you're not around when the storm comes
lightnin' bolts crack the ground in violence
electrocute zeus, and drown poseidon
broke my vow of silence
crown your highness and listen to the sounds of violins
been legally dead for a century
cast down from heaven and left for eternity
burn your flesh to the third degree, jet if you've heard of me
blood shed is a certainty
cut 'til i'm satisfied, must me the appetite
run when i'm passin' by drunk wit' a rambo knife
it's the year of the demons
cheer for the legion until both your ear drums are bleedin'
i say things that are weird while i'm sleepin'
in my basement you can hear people screamin'
i'm feared for a reason ..
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i was born a sick fuck
show no remorse and dig up the corpse of big pun
i'm lookin' for a source of income
start a fuckin' war for six bucks, my sword will drip blood
i was christ in my past life
now i'm fubar, stab you wit' a knife 'til you flat line
why would you ask why? run and hide for the last time
say goodbye to the bad guy
i hope you die wit' your crack pipe
while you're gettin' high, and you light near a gas line
i'm the star that shines bright during black skies
angels died during the time i was baptized
i live in a castle of corpses
travel on horses in search of a babylon fortress
there's no way you can handle it, forfeit
the hatchet that i use during battle is gorgeous
limbs get severed, skin gets shredded
and stitched together to make a christmas sweater
i just lost it, mentally i'm sick as ever
livin' life like i know i'm gonna live forever
just lost it, now i'm sick as ever
livin' life like i know i'm gonna live forever ..
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i think i know where i'm headed, won't be in heaven
probably roam earth as the ghost of a legend
everything i wrote was offensive
said a lot of bad things whenever i spoke and i meant them
had a dream i was old and decrepit
felt death enter and i froze when i sensed him
after clearin' my throat from the tension
took my last breath and chose to accept it
death follows me around like a shadow
night time, i can hear the sound of his shackles
listen as he calls my name out
i fall and break down in my house made of walls that make sounds
you are prayin' for nothin'
embrace it and love him, there is no escapin' his clutches
can't sleep cause of nas, and somethin' he said
that stuck in my head, "sleep is the cousin of death"
should i take my own life?
cut my veins and hold tight, durin' a rainy day or cold night?
or stay on my quest and focus 'til the day i'm in bed and hopin'
that death approaches ..
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far from moses
but capable to part the oceans if i start to focus
i am far from moses
but capable to part the oceans if i start to focus
i arrive in a mask
forgot the holes for the eyes, so now i'm blind as a bat
find me an ax, hide in the back
'til you come in the door then i'ma slice you in half
of course i'm insane, i was born in a grave
they found me next to the corpse of a slave
created a sword made of hate
the force of the blade gets stronger the more i engage
take the form of a snake
bite your neck for the blood and let it course through my veins
start an apocalyptic war in my name
you ask? i will give you all the gore you can take
i'm bored of the games, force you to pray
that your god will save you from the source of the pain
hoards will invade, appreciate the floor as it quakes
through your body and distorts what you say ..
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took part in this craft a long time ago
undeniable skill, strong rhymes and flow
anti-social, needed a brew just to talk
before i knew it i was too drunk to walk
used to do drugs all the time, but i did change
at the time felt my life was a big waste
for those wonderin’ why do i spit flames
and outshine when i rhyme on a mixtape
climb into this brain, you will find he's a bit strange
lost his mind in the fifth grade
could’ve died from a knife to the rib cage
no gun but carries a pipe and a switch blade
time flies, we live then we all die
can’t believe how quickly it’s gone by
equipped wit’ a strong mind
i love music, believe it i’ma spit for a long time ..
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clash wit’ a titan, suffer the wrath of poseidon
monuments collapse from the violence
weapon of choice, the axe or the ice pick
don’t make me use ‘em, all i ask for is silence
people are afraid when i chug brews
i’m known to pull out a blade just to cut you
pray when i come through
run away, i will crush you, insane the range of my kung-fu
cross between a caveman and sun tzu
you heard i’m wack? statement is untrue
i was left wit’ a cold heart
and thick skin, try and cut my flesh and it won’t scar
leave you dead in your own yard
your dog’s useless, i’ll walk up to your steps and he won’t bark
intense when i flow bars
jet when i throw darts, i’ll beat you to death wit’ your own arm ..
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never heard of you, name must be anonymous
find the nearest building and jump from on top of it
trust you are not as sick, fuck the apocalypse
when i'm ready to die i'll cut my esophogus
you are not ready for the wrath i'ma send in
sharp tongue, leavin' you wit' half of your neck slit
lost humanity, i cause catastrophe
they don't talk but i feel the walls are after me
just gimme five minutes wit' a knife
there won't be a single eye witness to the crime
try dissin' on the mic
i am able to defy physics when i write, christ isn't as divine
i know i got a fuckin' time limit then i'll die
fuck being locked inside prison all my life
it's fubar, i'm quite wicked in the mind
to ease the stress i write lyrics all the time ..
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i listened to your tracks, feelin' like i'm forced to break spines
i'ma sit and write more insane lines
of course i hate life
run when you see my butcher knife's enormous blade size
you must be crazy
letting your guard down and thinkin' you can trust in hades
see me in the flesh, better run for safety
god got a little drunk and made me
listeners worship the way that i rhyme
the day you step will be the day that you die
run away better hide
i’ll climb an edifice and snatch airplanes from the sky
face me and die, today is the day i decide
to impulsively engage on the mic
mentally insane in the mind
don’t bother to pray for you life, it’s a waste of your time
i came wit’ a knife
the blade is the shape of a “y” from an additional blade on the side
see you on the street and your watch is decent
it’s gonna take a miracle to stop the bleedin’
lookin’ for a pot to pee in
punch you in the face ‘til the symmetry is not as even
want me to spit heat? then drop the beat then
listen to the thoughts of a godless heathen
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this is life, and the plot is basic, not complainin'
just thinkin' of the hours on the clock i've wasted
i'm am lost, mentally i'm locked in cages
starin' out the window at a flock of ravens
gotta stop thinkin' i am not forsaken
waitin' for an imaginary god to change it
mentality as a whole is ridiculous
lecturing my daughter when i know i'm a hypocrite
regardless she's gonna grow to be beautiful
do the best i can, and hope that it's suitable
kind of sad but my home is a cubicle
i'll most likely be a drone 'til my funeral
find it hard to rest my brain
i was broken but at least my heart was left in place
lookin' for a way to change it
for now stay away from satan 'til the day i face him
the way that i spar? take pain and replace it wit' art
to get rid of the hate in my heart
i hear voices, goin' insane from echos
fightin' for my soul 'til satan let's go ..
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time for the madness
look into the eyes of a savage
i'm the one who resurrected christ from his casket
existed when humans used to write on the tablets
entire solar systems die i'm galactus
jump on stage holdin' a knife or a hatchet
kill people and crush the mic into fragments
nice wit' the tactics, listen to the rhymes that i crafted
everything i write is a classic
in front of your house i had to find usin' map quest
burn it down, cover the sky wit' the ashes
hip hop's still alive, i'm surprised that it lasted
this long despite all the wack shit
got no heart, what you have is a death wish
you are not the first, or the last on my check list
gettin' kicked in the face piece, sick of the fake g's
thinkin' they're the shit cause they're eight deep
you just started learnin' to spit flames
even my throw away verses are insane
disturbed and a bit strange, absurd wit' a switch blade
i'm accurate, i can kill a person at mid range
can't even pretend to be our equal
demon sektor is a legacy of evil
blood runnin' through my veins is acidic
brain is completely insane, that's a given
cannibalistic, devour your flesh
try stoppin' the voices and the louder they get
grym reaper, final hour of death
not even one single flower is left ..
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the frame of a copy cat, gets placed in a body bag
talked to jason, he gave me his hockey mask
i'll take a machete to your face piece
no escape, i'm like freddy in your day dreams
some people use a bat for baseball
i use it to fuckin' attack and chase y'all
tell your dad to stay calm
or i'ma have to grab the chainsaw and hack his face off
for me? spittin' on a track's a cake walk
steal your phone, run in the back and make calls
i got a jab that breaks jaws
craft insane songs regardless of the wrath they may cause
can't cure the insanity of his
starin' at the shadows in the mist while he's shackled at the wrists
when i rap the floor shakes
impossible for me to crack my sword's blade
we are all enforcers, you will get caught and cornered
then drawn and quartered
the jackal is dormant, and that's when i grapple wit' forces
and start dismantling war ships
pissed off, cause i got a new straight jacket
couldn’t escape it usin’ bruce wayne gadgets
my crew makes classics
the day i stop writing is gonna be when dooms day happens
i’ll be brandishin’ a biscuit
you’ll be able to see space ships landin’ in the distance
who cares about a gamblin’ addiction
save yourself instead of ramblin’ and bitchin’
lyrical sith lord, anakin has risen
i’m takin’ my verses and havin’ them encrypted
cause even though i’m handlin’ the business
pretty much nobody manages to listen ..
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i write for the demons, fuckin' hair line is receedin'
from the stress life got me feelin'
strugglin' mentallity, it might be i'm dreamin'
let me relax and analyze what i'm seein'
i'm satan's avatar, able to meditate and travel far
to tell you to your face how wack you are
i'm deranged wit' battle scars
slay the castle guards, i hate to restrain and shackle arms
i'll dismantle your lines, cancel your life
i'm feared globally cause of the way i handle a knife
it looks like i'm mad calm when i meditate
'til i grab a knife and stab y'all 'til the metal breaks
if i hear any back talk i won't hesitate
all of your limbs get hacked off, i am leatherface
mad raw, that's all you can ever say
fuck you for every wack song you have ever made ..
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fubar, i am legendary
they'll remember me well after i'm dead and buried
everybody knows that coach is a beast
prepare yourself, album is close to complete
squeeze your neck until i choke you to sleep
you'll wake up scarred, and missin' most of your teeth
wake up wit' a stab wound from an ice pick
and an ovaseas tatoo on your iris
when i'm in a bad mood i get violent
erect a giant statue in my likeness
when i die i want you to carve on my casket
"here lies .." fuck it, wanna be charred into ashes
through out history i sparred wit' the baddest
they didn't know nothin' is as sharp as my hatchet
cause of the bars that i crafted
people recite my name in remote parts of the planet ..
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hi relate to prisoners, our brains are similar
how am i supposed to educate the listeners?
i'd rather slay a minister
watch as he tries to endure the pain administered
playin’ the cards i was dealt
used to get hit unbelievably hard wit’ the belt
no light, it’s incredibly dark where i dwell
put a flame to your still beating heart ‘til it melts
speed of a cobra, deadly in a split second
kavorkian, ready with the injections
easily make spaghetti from your intestines
after i take machetes to your mid section
punch you in the face 'til my arm shatters
five fingers of death will make your heart splatter
today is a wonderful day for blood
face gets cut wit' dangerous blades and such
brain is nuts, i'm goin' insane and stuff
your rotting carcass inside of a grave's a must
razor tongue is turnin' your frame to dust
it's impossible for you to escape my clutch
bow down when you face your master
if you wrote the book, i erased the chapters
humongous mace cause your frame to fracture
can't figure out what my brain is after ..
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nice wit' drop kicks
able to catch flies wit' chop sticks inside a mosh pit
conquered lands during the whole first century
figured it out, i was my own worst enemy
you wouldn't be able to talk right about now
after me shattering your jaw wit' a round house
you can try and walk, but i doubt how
i appear, and then i'm gone wit' a loud sound
couldn't fathom my force
i pacify wars and convert 'em into battle rhyme form
energy level's that of magnified storms
horseman of death wit' a samurai sword
lookin' for a place that is dark to meditate
focus until my body starts to levitate
fubar, when i flow on a beat
i'm just bein' the lunatic you drove me to be ..
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my bars are miniature sized rockets
aimed at your head, intended to blind optics
i am psychotic wit’ rhyme topics
leave you in the dirt, wit’ worms comin’ out of your eye sockets
you are damned wit’ the rest
the time has come for you to dance wit’ the dead
learn the words and get a chance to impress
my jaw opens wide then it clamps on your neck
if you ever decide to steal from my castle
you will become another meal for the jackal
better kneel to the gravel
the moment you see my impenetrable shield during battle
known for a tight flow, most of you might know
steppin' to me, there's no hope for survival
i hope that you die slow
then i wonder why i'm always being told i'm a psycho
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i'm the process of makin' paper from a tree
turn your body to water vapor from the heat
nature of the beast, i'm stranger than i seem
you make me laugh thinkin' that prayer is the key
delivery is anthrax, and i'm usin' a rare strain
for stations polluting the air waves
livin' wit' anger, liftin' an anchor
to throw it off a building, killin' a stranger
put my friends in unlimited danger
i'm only human, parasitic in nature
also christ like, i'll step in the deep end
and walk on water without gettin my feet wet
find a battle ax, divide your faggot ass
couldn't count the number of spikes my castle has
ican no longer take the fake shit
return of the chosen, i came to change it
stay away if you are not as violent
name is rayden, i'm the god of lightin'
rather stay late, maintain my pick ax
then hear of you shootin' a.k.'s and big gats ..
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livin’ on the edge, sittin’ on the ledge
vision is a mess, you are givin’ in to stress
daily you day dream, envisionin’ your death
you are not scared of jail, only prison is your flesh
you had the world, but you chose to settle
did drugs to increase serotonin levels
put up a wall made out of stone and metal
now you think that you personally know the devil
he is not what the bible says, "clutchin’ a pitch fork"
he’s energy makin’ you think there’s nothin’ to live for
got a couple skeletons locked in your closet
you lose it and punch walls, to stop them from talkin’
you hide it, but i bet you’re rotten to the core
it’s obvious that death is knockin’ at your door
should you drown to death, or somebody push you down some steps
or you put a noose around your neck
try to describe every night, wit’ clever thoughts
your wife doesn’t know the last time you let her talk
jump off of the ledge, you’ll likely never walk
i hate to say it but .. you might be better off ..
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you gotta be a little off to battle me, raw insanity
stalk your family wit' a saw in back of me
able to manipulate the laws of gravity
to travel at light speed across the galaxy
my muthafuckin' blades are sharpened
it's messy when i slice through the veins and cartilage
clean the blood after it stains the carpet
there is no evidence .. i ate the carcass
i'm insane and heartless
face the carnage, it's time to embrace the darkness
you will suffer pain and hardship
horseman of famine approaches .. pray for harvest
try managin' countless nights practicin'
write classic shit, you'd a thought that christ drafted it
rhyme savages spittin' divine passages
so fast, not even the naked eye catches it ..
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run when i'm grippin' an ice pick
demons are livin' inside him, they're grinnin' and smilin'
see me on the street, better walk to the side
fuck rap, i'll shatter your jaw wit' the mic
cross me and die, i stalk wit' a knife
lacerate flesh 'til i see the raw meat inside
back in the day, you'd get impailed if you lost
either that, or nailed to a cross
rather die a slow death then fail on a song
sneak into heaven to steal the holy grail then i'm gone
if you address me on a beat
you will find yourself, wit' a machete in your spleen
it's hard to impress me wit' the speech
many are intrigued cause nobody is ready for my schemes
seein' me is like seein' yeti in the streets
i'll cut my way out of the belly of the beast ..
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there is no escapin' the most amazin'
try countin' the number of boats i'm claimin'
your soul's forsaken, cold and shakin'
flesh is gettin' torn, and bones are breakin'
water turns the color red
send a rescue team, in search of other deaths
eating barbed wire
open up my stomach and find license plates and car tires
circlin' a boat, anybody falls is in danger
situation calls for a prayer
prefer meat that is raw for the flavor
devastate flesh wit' a jaw full of razors
hate followin' the laws within nature
test the waters, you will all meet your maker
fubar .. representin' the shark brothers label ..
i'm a beast ..
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your soul doesn't exist
leave you in an old dungeonous pit
sittin' all alone cuttin' your wrists
if i hear any back talk, you are dead
i will take a fuckin' hack saw to your neck
watch your house, muthafucker might torch it
lose your life standin’ in front of my fortress
my trash is another guy’s fortune
why in the hell you think i mummify corpses?
really think you should back down
i’m a king wit’ a cracked crown
thunder and lightnin’ i’ma bring wit’ the black clouds
i mutilate angels, all you see are wings in the background
somebody bring me a glass, now
i'm ready to drink ‘til i pass out ..
death is certain
when i show up to your door step in person
hold the pen and write
while others hope to end my life, knowin' that i don't intend to die
this is the most intense of nights
choke you until only a ghost is left behind
sound of death, be afraid of the war drums
stay inside your house, and pray wit' the doors shut
better run the other way when the storm comes
shield yourself or get slain in the fore front ..
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welcome to my mansion, you can hear the ghosts whispering
enter and you will experience what bone chilling is
i suggest you visit for a day but don't live in it
and under no circumstances ever go diggin' in
the back yard .. the livin' room is so sickenin'
wit' containers of cold chicken wings and old spinach dip
the organ that is sitting inside of my dome's ill as shit
see me standin' in the middle of the road whistlin'
you should be paranoid wit' every single soul listenin'
come across an electric chair just don't sit in it
diary of a demon, everything i wrote's villainous
makin' your part of the mansion is what my sole mission is ..
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released February 3, 2012