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• Artiste: Rhyme Asylum
• Titre: Open Mic Surgery
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[Possessed] Lock your doors, I'm rotten to the horrorcore Valkeryes clean up after my dogs of war Won't be pigeonholed, I'm a bird of prey Put me in a category, I'll put you in an early grave Lucifer's rejects, shoulders are stumps From where I used to have three heads There can only be one Before my soul reach Hell scatter my ashes over the Sun Not holding my tongue, I say what I feel I'm the hand that rocks the cradle of filth I don't want to live life suicidal Sword swallower slitting my throat from the inside open my windpipe Corpses rise from the grave where my name spoken at midnight Inflict indescribable pain, don't drink drive Drink strychnine and pilot a plane [DarkStar] There for survival, left at the hour of reprisal My verse coerce worse than the power of the Bible The game changed, I stayed raw spitting chainsaws Configuring bullets like I'm gripping claymores We ain't singing and dancing Kids in my camp is a fan more satanic than Manson American a partner of Canada lamping Watch your eye contact or get slammed with the hammers for glancing The last be a savage beats Any rappers in the path of me is actually a casualty Have pity for cats have to battle me Cause catastrophe naturally never will my disaster cease I dispatch beef Frank Castley 99 and half percent of rap is after me Psiklone, Possessed, Skirmish, and Billy Idol Plus ? conceal rifles and spill your vitals [Psiklone] I keep my eyes peeled with hunting knives My voice alone provoke stone gargoyles to come to life These nightmares spitting Lucifer lullabies Tried a hundred times but caused him to fucking die Run and hide when disaster strikes The whole world's looking at me like Busta Rhymes Turn the London eye colour blind, muscles ? natural steroids in my blood supply Psiklone the sick psycho drink and spit nitro And sprint so quick I switch timezones Bury my landlords under the floor When lightning strikes I hit back with double the force Death sentences written in wise words Like the Titanic, you've only touched the tip of the iceberg Grab Matadors by the horns I'm a higher force and I learned to fly with ?? [Plasma] Break your bones in with brass knuckles My cylinders inside my legs is calf muscles Sprint against an avalanche, souls expire Exposed to the smoke is fire ? Tarot card dealt death in every path And my mind race and completing memory lapse Would suffocate to death if I slaughtered my prey My heart attacks and battles are too bloody to name The earth crumbles and shakes at my coming invasion Appetite for destruction stepping up to the plate Skin senseless to cigarette burns Cause I'm charged on an overdose ? herbs I love the smell of death in the air In the midst of war holding my severed head by the hair I'm never level-headed, an unbalanced mind I sent my heart and dead roses to my valentine [Ill Bill] Witness an orgy of words fall and torture the earth Thoughts are berserk lost in a verse causes to burst your bubble Cursed for trouble, danger, misfortune My words resemble the strangeness of Chris Walken We just talking, conversations with God Shout at the Devil, thousands of rebel martyrs assemble Under a black flag with the white skull and guns on it Drink vodka straight out of the bottle then puff chronic Better yet catch me with Snoop, Trick, and Tangeruay Listen to Cuban Linx 2 in the lab with Rae The Hour of Reprisal gave me cash and fame Next stop homie you catch me in the lab with Dre I have Primo on my album, have Muggs on my album Have models from Brazil chopping up drugs on my album This is Ill Billy Chrystal, the kid with the frown spitting it loud Get out of my way I'mma piss in the crowd