He's Moodless!
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lady [They killed my baby..oh god they killed my baby]
judge [Order in the court] lady [I will make you pay for this you murderers] judge [I said order in the court now! Now, before this court passes judgement, will the four defendents please rise and approuch the bench] gravedigga [Trust me guys, it's all under control the judge is my uncle, he'll take the insanity plea...oh yeah, don't foget my retained balance.] judge [Okay, I understand you guys are pleading insanity claiming demonic spirits possessed you to do these hidous murders. Can you please explain to the court how these so called spirits made you into these RAVING MADMEN?!?!] Verse One: Scientific Shabazz Be a witness, as I excersize my exorcism The evil that lurks within the sin, the terrorism Possessed by evil spirits, voices from the dead I come forth with gravediggaz in a head full of dread I've been examined ever since I was seamen They took a sonogram and seen the image of a demon At birth the nurses surrounded my with needles and drugged me all up with the deseases of evil Grew up in hell, now I dwell, in an Islamic Temple I'm fighting a holy war in the mental Look deep into my eyes, you'll see visions of death Possessed by homicide is what I'm obsessed Giving niggaz brain dimples Dragging they asses on my hook by they temples The cause of death is unknown to the cops Cause when I kill them, I'm not leavin one element to autopse First I'll assasinate em And them I'll cremate them and take all of his fucking ashes and evaporate em Or creep through the graveyard and hunt down your tombstone Dig up your skeleton and stomp all your fucking bones You try to haunt me nigga, I aint trying to hear it Buck Buck Buck, I'll give your ass a holy spririt. gravedigga [stressed full, try to avoid all impure thoughts. I am loosing my mind . . .] judge [Can you please explain to the court when these problems first began?] Verse Two: Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector The year 84, November, day 10 Overwhelmed by the wicked inspirations of an evil gen I realize my ideas has spawned for 400 years Of blood sweat and tears I saw the tourture brutal murder of my father So my brain became stained with the horror I'm having reoccuring nightmares Of being soaking wet, strapped down to the electric chair I got tackled with handcuffs And shackled in restraint At the bottom of a holy tabernacle They gave me nothing to eat for two weeks And sewed my eye lids open so I couldn't sleep About to die from thirst, that's when the minister quinched my jaws with a cold glass of vinegar Upon my wounds they seasoned my with salt And nailed my hands feet to the form of the cross AHH!! I cry As the blood drips inside of my eye refusing to die Visions of hell tormented my face So I chewed my fucking arm off and made an escape. guy [ oh no, me mataron mi amigo, hijo de la gran puta esos cogines me mataron mi amigo que voy a cerca carajo, cono] judge [ Calm down people, please calm down Let us please procede with the defendents explanation ] Verse Three: Killer Priest Enta the realms of understanding And take good heed And you could bleed While I'm standing Three stages of pure hell Justications of red cells *SHH* rain drops hits the pelv Path is dull and narrow You're stalked by a shadow I pierced your skull with a fucking arrow So narrow, only one could enter at a time Stuck in the center, read the signs A thousand doors to choose You better hurry Don't stop, shit is getting hot as a pot of curry On your right side there's fire On you left, deep waters Watch your step, it's deep waters! What's that coming through the floor? It's a claw *PSSH* took his fucking ass to the fucking core (AHHH!!) Verse Four: Fruitkwan/Gatekeeper Stroll thruogh the dark conditions I stone you till I see sparks of friction I chop ya like a coal miner Then combine the drug And mix it with your blood Some more I give you some more And watch you crawl Guts hit the floor Worms that dig your pores I trick ya, ha, then I'm quick to syringe Deep into my thoughts and bust out your skin You scream, portraits of inflictable pain You can't stand You're up to your hands in quick sand You're sinking and sinking deep into the earth Thoughts was possessed since the first day of birth My mental says it's my turn to possess the matta Stab you with a dagga Of Jacob's Ladder Thoughts become shattered, confused, and tragic Fiery thoughts of Gravediggaz . . . judge [ GUILTY, next case. ] |
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