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Peak #7,019
Peak in subgenre #601
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November 14, 2006
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Peep it, creep in ya family's house while they sleepin,
skeeming, dreaming of cuttin'em into pieces, bleed'en
leaving'em leaking until the feeding, I'm eating,
your baby, digest her and now shes feces
dark poet I write in VIVID DEPIKSHUNZ, happily
finding my mind in my LOST REALITY
this is A TRIBUTE TO LIFE AND DEATH
meaning the people still alive are soon be laid to rest
eternally, fuck'em because they be no concern to me,
when I go to hell the flames will still match the burning in me
I'm sick wit it, like a lolly pop get a lick of this,
barrel of the gun when I slip a clip into it
unload in your wife, murder, might heard her,
saying "Stop Don't" or was it the vice versa
write verses, making the squeamish so sick they vomit
honest, do you think they'd mind if I watch it
(ha) abduct children practice rape and then sodomy
sewing up cunts closed and giving dicks a lobotomy
kiddin? hes gotta be, I'm just a sick ass odyssey
choppin bodies up until your children all copy me
(watchin me) on the news, I'm shocking, not gonna lose,
a shot gun causing the blues, I'm poppin, knock'em loose,
I'm cocking, rockin these tools, I'm choppin'em into two
hostel top gun aiming stopping anyone that I choose
pin-point precision dishing out misery is my mission
if your daughter comes up missin probably in my possession
listen a minute, I'm giving out vaginal incision
so I can fit a fist in easy with minimal rejection
catchin it, all on video, hideous individual
leave her with residuals of dick in her pigeonhole
visuals sent to parents in dolby surround sound
its so criminal, I'm tearing her openings on downnnnn
chain kids to the wall, bang bricks to they skull,
came sick, rape chicks, same dick, in'em all
flip a coin for the kill, head's death, they want tails,
double headed, I embedded, metal shredded, left'em stale
moving on to the next victim
lunch time recess is lottery to a sick son of a bitch
I pick one, left two dead,
teachers try and stop me, put bullets into her head
drag'em by his ankle to the trunk of the car,
crow-bar, to the back of his head is making him tired
sleep tight, mother... fucker, its almost time to play
Carving pictures in his chest and then dry'em up for a day
heartfull, draw murals with sharp tools, like dreary ass cartoon;
veneer'em and endear him he appears to be art too
then put him on public display to see
at myspace slash r e n i g a d e
along with many other pics of past vics
like chicks with they tits just ripped off of they skin
My lifes like a horror flick; gory sick
no discretion, any weapon, can make the blood pour and drip
cutting'em up, gutting the fuck, cooking'em up and eating them too
loving the guts, making me lunch, their blood is the sauce, I use for the soup
Degenerate cannibalistic animal with, twisted
transistors, and his mandible rips shits
wet flesh, drips outta my mouth, red
freshly gorged, outta the throat of some two bit whore
score, more, bang for the buck, strangling sluts,
eat they carcass, momma taught me waste not want not
breaking'em down, tasting'em now, make'em all so delicious
bake'em, or ground, oregano sounds, pleasurable, in my kitchen
eating the corpse of Albert Fish, IRONY,
taste like chicken when mixed with fava beans
Beat bitches I smack'em make'em black and
blue purple, in fact, crack they jaw with a bat
Put a hood over they head get ready cause ya gotta
beat'em til they bleed like confetti out a pinata
Take a sledgehammer to they knee with full force
Crushing it, flat,like pancakes, now once more
Misery style, final blow delivery now,
Hittin they smile, blow flows rivery wild
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