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Oct 24, 2004
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IN MY MIND IM FEELIN SICK AND TWISTED
SO MY MENTALITYS EVIL AND WICKED
I FEEL LIKE TREATIN MY WRIST LIKE A PHILLY,
GRA THE RAZOR BLADE AND SPLIT IT
THE MAIN VEIN, ITHINK I HIT IT
AAS THE BLOOD DRAINS I LICK IT,
CUZ I FIEND FOR THE TASTE ON MY TONGUE
MY HEARTS BLACKER THAN MY LUNGS
GOOD OR BAD, FUCK ALL THAT IVE DONE
THEN I LOOK AT THE PUDDLE ON MY FLOOR
I REALIZE A LEAKS BEEN SPRUNG
SO I GRAB THE PANO AND WRAP IT AROUND THE WRIST
WHEN I LOOKED AT THE KILLA N THE MIRROR I NEW IT
WAS DESTINED 4 ME TO GO OUT LIKE THIS
IM FILLED WITH SADNESS AND HATE
IM HOMOCIDAL N SUICIDAL SO IM GRIPPEN A 38
I KNOW ALL OF THE PSYCHOS N SKITZOS CAN RELATE
AS THE BLOODS DRAININ MY WORLDS FADIN TO BLACK
FUCK CRYIN, SLOWLY DYIN N I DONT KNOW HOW TO ACT
I ALWAYS THOUGHT AN ENEMY OR A CLOSE FRIEND OF ME
WOULD PUT ME ON MY BACK
NOW IM TRIPPEN CUZ MY BODIES COLD
THE DEVILS THE ONLY ONE THAT I TOLD
BUT NOW IM HEARIN THE VOICES GETTIN LOUD N BOLD
THEN MY KNEES BUCKLE N FOLD
CRAZY THOUGHTS RUNNIN THOUGH MY HEAD
A COUPLE MORE BREATHS, THEN IM FINALLY DEAD
 
Oct 24, 2004
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KEEPIN THE SPOT HOT
JUST BY CHILLIN N THE PARKIN LOT
HOPIN TO NOT GET CAUGHT BY THE COPS
STRAPPPED WITH MORE THAN A GLOCK
AND IM READY 4 WAR THATS NO FABLE
IM MENTALLY UNSTABLE
HOLDIN IT DOWN PARKIN LOT PIMPIN
N THE BACK OF A ROUNDTABLE
KEEPIN IT SPINNEN LIKE A DREIDAL
SWOOPIN UP YOUR LADY LIKE GRAVY N A LADEL
A HABITUAL CRIMINALZ WHAT IVE BEEN LABELED
IM A KINGPEN N THE GAME OF SUPPLY N DEMAND
FROM THE N.W.S OF THE USA ALL THE WAY EAST TO JAPAN
SERVIN SACKS SO HEAVY,
YOUR GANNA BE HAVIN TO BE HOLDINEM N BOTH OF YOUR HANDS
YOU WANNA BE TRIPPEN IM GOIN TO BE KNOCKIN YOUR ASS OUT LIKE TRIPTIPAN
MORE WICKED N VENOMOUS THAN A TAIPAN
SPITTEN VENOM FROM EVERYONE OF MY GLANDS
TAKEN OVER THE INDUSRY IS THE MASTER PLAN
IVE ALREADY MADE A COUPLE GRAND, NOW I WANT A MILLION
WETHER EXTORTION LEGIT HUSTLIN OR MACHIAVELLION
IM READY TO BE STARTING A REBELLION
BECAUSE EVER SINCE THE BEGINNING IVE BEEN A HELLION
 
Sep 29, 2007
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IN MY MIND IM FEELIN SICK AND TWISTED
SO MY MENTALITYS EVIL AND WICKED
I FEEL LIKE TREATIN MY WRIST LIKE A PHILLY,
GRA THE RAZOR BLADE AND SPLIT IT
THE MAIN VEIN, ITHINK I HIT IT
AAS THE BLOOD DRAINS I LICK IT,
CUZ I FIEND FOR THE TASTE ON MY TONGUE
MY HEARTS BLACKER THAN MY LUNGS
GOOD OR BAD, FUCK ALL THAT IVE DONE
THEN I LOOK AT THE PUDDLE ON MY FLOOR
I REALIZE A LEAKS BEEN SPRUNG
SO I GRAB THE PANO AND WRAP IT AROUND THE WRIST
WHEN I LOOKED AT THE KILLA N THE MIRROR I NEW IT
WAS DESTINED 4 ME TO GO OUT LIKE THIS
IM FILLED WITH SADNESS AND HATE
IM HOMOCIDAL N SUICIDAL SO IM GRIPPEN A 38
I KNOW ALL OF THE PSYCHOS N SKITZOS CAN RELATE
AS THE BLOODS DRAININ MY WORLDS FADIN TO BLACK
FUCK CRYIN, SLOWLY DYIN N I DONT KNOW HOW TO ACT
I ALWAYS THOUGHT AN ENEMY OR A CLOSE FRIEND OF ME
WOULD PUT ME ON MY BACK
NOW IM TRIPPEN CUZ MY BODIES COLD
THE DEVILS THE ONLY ONE THAT I TOLD
BUT NOW IM HEARIN THE VOICES GETTIN LOUD N BOLD
THEN MY KNEES BUCKLE N FOLD
CRAZY THOUGHTS RUNNIN THOUGH MY HEAD
A COUPLE MORE BREATHS, THEN IM FINALLY DEAD
there are a lot of people doing horrorcore that are weak as fuck and its easy to repeat some shit thats already been said without noticing it
if you wanna fuck with some horrorcore shit forreal, my suggestion is to get really technical with that shit, get into a lot of detail and focus more on the dark shit instead of the setup
make the listener think that your crazy, dont say that you are
 

VERSACERO

smoking meth with steve
Mar 14, 2004
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Heres one of mine it's hella simple but evil

Skarekrow south sac blood u know who it iz//
that insane mutha fucka chokin ya dead bitch//
thoughtz of havin sex wit her cold carrcass kuz im sick//
then playin wit her body partz kuz im goin skitz//
stretch the skin then i stitch it wrap it then i send it//
2 ya reveron wit a not attached picturez of a bloody axe//
murderd at ya sunday mass wita sickle kuz satan asked//
pentagram karved N every one of my victimz//
slaughterd catholicz N christianz body'z iz missin//
endin up N my kitchen kleaver chop then split em//
skullz N bonez thrown N holez that im diggin//
mind gone N im twisted but im still on tha block//
mobbin old schoolz wit rivalz throatz N earz N my glove box//
and N tha trunk next 2 tha chopper some lipz that waz kut off//
4 niggaz talkin bad on a mad man//
packed my bagz now im knockin on hellz door//
yellin i have sinned let me N brought tha soulz that u asked 4//