 Re: HORRORCORE Rnd 1: NoteBook.. vs. HellRazor
Yo, dude. I'm going 10 bars, aight? Match me.
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Your adam's apple'll absord pressure with the golden necklace grip attached.
With the grasp of shrapnels: the sever will leave your solar plexus ripped in half.
Interally left with the red-paint, when the pocketknife is lifted -
Your framed for copyright infrigment when the laser-disk enters your chestplate.
Bleed endless when your weak neck's disconnected from the severed limb.
Death begins, so:
Think straight when the Hellrazor's shoved into each end of your temple skins.
I stare with a handsome glance that'll burn you bare with the candle's wax.
Tearing your trampled stance with the Satanic force in a Marylin Manson mask.
The bladed fist'll reveal a Reverend's hip:
'coz the movement towards me'll resume me to force the achilies tendon to rip.
The bones in your back'll be tossed to the rapid of bullets blasted from the chrome.
I'm the cause of your last minutes, once the clock's glass is shattered on your dome.
The more you talk, the faster your posture is slayed:
Couldn't look forward to beatin' me once your retina's splattered the opposite way!
I'm droppin' grenades with the demon force, you'll hear the sound of lasers.
Shocking your state of mind: after you turn to ash from the beam of a thousand tasers.
I'm keeping your facial ripped with gross knives.
Your threads matter? Ha, Then you'll proceed to be strangled by the clothes line!
Pullin' your eyeballs out: your blind to your damn fate: your dying in wrapped tape.
So, shut the fuck up!
'Cause you won't swing after speaking until I get your lips tied to a fanblade.
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This is the beauty of Death.
Last edited by NoteBook..; 08-14-2008 at 11:03 PM.
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