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Hey y'all what's happenin? I know I usually don't write in this thing but I convinced myself earlier to try and make a free style rap and see what I came up with and I got some s**t that I thought sounded kinda good but then again I have the worst taste in music. But I put this rhyme together and all as kinda like a view through a psychopath's eyes and if I was to make a track with these lyrics it'd probably fall under the category of horrorcore and it's a little violent and if you think about it long enough kinda scary too, but keep that in mind and read through it and give me some feed back, I wanna know what you think about it, weather you laughed, cried, screamed, imagined it with a hardcore beat and rocked the s**t out of it in your head, or if you just sat there like a b***h and did nothing so it doesn't matter how you react, just leave a comment about it after you read it.
(Beat Starts)
Where's safe? Where should I go?
Do you know? [no], Gotta lay low, Yo,
b***h ya should've known[known], Neva to pass Sanzo[me],
The microphone[why?], 'Cause b***h this be the flow,
Of a pure bread psycho!
Sittin' at home, Knowin' I'm alone,
Bangin' on my crome, No ringin' comin' from the telephone,
Feelin' chilled, To the bone
Turn the furnace up to 90, Feelin' like someone's right behind me,
Turn around and noone's there, See?[see?]
Noone's standin' there, But I can feel the stare,
Of somebody watchin' me, Just move on,
Wait a minute, What's that sound?
Click click, BANG BANG!
Let my body hit the ground, Behind the closest wall around,
But wait for a second man, Am I still within their range?![range]
Silence, I stand up,
Slowly down the hall I walk, Knowin' that I'm bein' stalked,
Hope I don't get outlined in chalk, In my head,
The voices said that I am dead,
This what they're tellin' me, Will be my dark prophecy,
Lord please have mercy, Let me get through this peacefully,
BAM! What the ******** was that?!
Good God damn, Grab the metal bat,
Yeah you bet your a**, I'm goin' down like that!
(Chorus)
Dead souls and spirits linger 'round, I fear it's gonna bring me down,
Dig their bodies up out the ground, Try and trick 'em[shut up, don't make a ********' sound!]
Me vs. them 'cause I've been found, Looky here another round[here we go!]
Hit them demons in their dome, with a 3 litter of faygo,
Where's safe? Where should I go?
Do you know?[no], Gotta lay low, Yo,
b***h ya should've known[known], Neva to pass Sanzo[me]
The microphone[why?], 'Cause b***h this be the flow,
Of a pure bread psycho!
(Spoken Deep)
{Pure Bread Psychopath}
Metal bat? b***h, ******** that!
If I'm gonna die, I'm going out with an axe,
Or a ghat, maybe both? Let's go with that,
The voices talkin' once again, Tell me what's ********' happenin',
[Demons trying to get my soul again?!]
Oh s**t, I can hear one comes this way right now,
Get the ghat out, c**k, aim, POW POW!
******** it, my bad, It was only the mail man,
At my front door, half past four,
Now a bloody body all over the floor
(Beat Stops)
[Wait, what the ******** he doin' at my door, the mail box's across the street!]
{Either he was tryin' to kill us or he was delivering a package}
[Oh yay, a package! *movement heard through speakers*]
{What is it?}
[A birthday present from my Aunt]
{Your birthday was three months ago...}
[She always sends 'em a little late]
{Uh-huh....}
(Beat Starts Back Up)
Hear that? That was me talkin' to myself again,
Only it ain't myself, It's me and ********' voices]
Oh great, now because of that, my little mis-hap,
The demons got another soul to consume,
Besides the souls of me and you!
(Chorus)x2
Dead souls and spirits linger 'round, I fear it's gonna bring me down,
Dig their bodies up out the ground, Try and trick 'em[shut up, don't make a ********' sound!]
Me vs. them 'cause I've been found, Looky here another round[here we go!]
Hit them demons in their dome, with a 3 litter of faygo,
Where's safe? Where should I go?
Do you know?[no], Gotta lay low, Yo,
b***h ya should've known[known], Neva to pass Sanzo[me]
The microphone[why?], 'Cause b***h this be the flow,
Of a pure bread psycho!
Peak through curtains out the window, See a pretty lady walkin' slow,
Does she know[no], Where she'll go?,
Where she's at?, Damn stupid hoe,
******** b***h, Piece of s**t,
Demons say "Teach her a lesson she'll neva forget!"
Neva walk down my block alone, unless you want an axe in the back of your dome,
Step outside, Sneak up behind her,
Swing and hit, Scream and flinch,
Laugh at the bloody dieing b***h,
The demons' pleased, Down on their knees,
Feasting away on the desceased,
Smilin' as I watch them work, Cold steel to the back of my head whiped off my smirk,
Slowly turn around, The barrel of a ghat I'm lookin' down,
Held by one of them, Got me yet again
Act as though I've given in, Then swing the axe at his demonic grin,
Point and scream "Look out!", Run 'cause they're distracted now,
Lucky day, I got away,
However, I am still their prey
(Chorus)x2
Dead souls and spirits linger 'round, I fear it's gonna bring me down,
Dig their bodies up out the ground, Try and trick 'em[shut up, don't make a ********' sound!]
Me vs. them 'cause I've been found, Looky here another round[here we go!]
Hit them demons in their dome, with a 3 litter of faygo,
Where's safe? Where should I go?
Do you know?[no], Gotta lay low, Yo,
b***h ya should've known[known], Neva to pass Sanzo[me]
The microphone[why?], 'Cause b***h this be the flow,
Of a pure bread psycho!
(Repeat)x2
Where's safe? Where should I go?
Do you know?[no], Gotta lay low, Yo,
b***h ya should've known[known], Neva to pass Sanzo[me]
The microphone[why?], 'Cause b***h this be the flow,
Of a pure bread psycho!
(Repeat Until Song Ends)
(Spoken Deep)
{Pure Bread Psychopath}
 Vip 14 · Tue Mar 13, 2007 @ 02:47am · 3 Comments |
