Well long over due update, didn't work out like I had planned, music was fucking awesome, but had trouble finding decent drummers for the brutal metal beats (I'm acually playing in a college rock band that sounds like audio slave part time with the agreement that the drummer will do the tracks on amy black metal demo, so you may now come and kill me and selling out completley
) and I couldn't find anybody that knew how to rap that was willing to rap about murder and cannibalism and shit like that.
SO it had failed, but I still think it is a good idea, just don't have the right people.
IF I could get the artists from www.sincityrecords.com to participate it would all have been done and sounding sicc by now...... but whatever.
in closing I leave you with some of my favorite rap lyrics ever.
you better pray
When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho
Cock it back slow
Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
Boom!
Pussy-guts all over the room
If you ain't seen it,
Then you're fiendin'
For the meanin'
Of that nina of doom
2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out
You back that nigga that pack that gat
And hit that indo-sack
It's like that
Cannabis sativa, uh, got me stuck on stump, fool
All it take is a way, a fat, green-bud blunt and a stunt
Cause it's that nigga that work 'em nigga deep
And block creep
And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
Once it'll make you vomit
Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common
Biatches keep fuckin' and suckin' and keepin' it comin'
With they drama. pop! it's baby killa season
Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit
And watch them baby's brains
Drip out that fetus
Bleed, it's that nigga that kill 'em
I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason
Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason
As i creep, picture every human that i seek
Slabs of human meat
Cause my kids gotta eat
I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut
Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut
Nigga, what? you ain't even seen me in my prime
Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines
I know they be cryin' when i'm cuttin' off the neck
I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes
Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind
A fifth-pound of gin cause i know i'm doin' time
So catch me now before i do my next crime
My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, nigga
Get ready for the nigga shit
That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
Pick-a-vic-up, fuck 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs
And put 'em on the ground. murder toll. buck buck!
Slugs to the womb
Guts all over the room
That legion of doom
That s to the i-c-x
With a locc and a tech for the throat
And a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc
One for the nigga who kills them infants and senses
Then this time, i hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter
Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin
Never knew nigga-meat cooked so thin!
So i pack me a nine-milla gat
And creep in the back of the 'lac
With a sack of the indo
That's right. once upon a time
A nigga that hella sicc up in the skids
With a lie for the snitch
As a victim's stoned, sayin' "i'll be bones to the pussy clits"
They're a baby ditch to the mastermind
Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind!
Devils made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind
Low enough to the shit got hella deep that i had to patch it
To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket
Who could it be?
Or can he be
Locked up in the county
Cause the bounty
Finally found a nigga like me?
X-to-the-r-to-the-a-i-d-e-d
L-o-c
What's up, my nigga?
Pull this trigger
And take my muthafuckin' legacy
But watch your back. niggas be claimin' that they sicc
But really don't know which way to go when they be smokin' up with my
Lunatic
Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mama's cock? (yeah!)
Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!)
Have you even loaded up your glock?
Well, i could gives a fuck cause even then, nigga, you not my nigga
From that 24 god in black
That's doin' time
For shootin' shadows up in the dark
And tryin' to bite before he bark
And when his heart stops
From the metal blue blocks up in the cut
They try to lynch my muthafucka to make some dice up out his nuts
And what the fuck goes thru my nigga's mind up in his cell?
That 24 deep, no sleep, much stress, nigga. nigga must be livin' up in
Hell
And here i am, same muthafucka that got my nigga sicc
Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness shit
[i] I Went to a VADER and Jungle Rot concert not long ago, lost my glasses in the pit, VADER destroyed!!!
)
) but I can't get anyone to accept the idea and help me get it rolling.
) but I am thinkin along the lines of somthing far more experimental and diverse, not just people rapping over guitars.
Now Playing: Pantera - Shedding Skin
that sound ugly and stuped
