RapVerse.com Community - Oh.. Are You Dead Yet? ft H.D

{Heaven's Demon}

Hostile, fuck that I’m a volatile molecule, made of anti-matter
Causing reality ta shatter, splinter and scatter, melt and splatter
Escaping the mouth of this rapper, madder than the hatter
After mind altering drugs, injections from hallucinogenic slugs
Found under the rugs, where M.C.s hide bodies of dead thugs
Covers in venomous bugs, from their heads down to their Lugs
Used to fill porcelain jugs, instead of snatched tails off pugs
Mixed in, with pieces of vixens, slaughtered when I got my licks in
And chipped in, unloading my clips in, these mass systems of victims
Of prepubescent adolescents devoured by transgressions
As a present to the peasants infecting my mind’s iris… Bitch
I piss, on slashed open wrists, cut with M.C.’s demo disc
In a cinch pinch necks sideways, till vertebra catch sunrays
Penetrate membranes driving the stable insane in the brain
I remain the same; bring canes to lames, infamous fame I claim
MC’s in the bitch, like we fucking ya miss, in all orifices

{ Cannabarz }

haha it's the time again, my pen circles the death charts
flesh parts from bone matter, dethrone the devil, I'm in the zone after
athiest study my lyrics, and took heed
I'm the official posterboy of death, and everything around it
my transcript is like gods hands, it's..
a miracle, such a lyrical posture that can't be corrected
reflected through mirrors, Can's fuel injected..
all the believers who weren't interested have to accept it
It's the, mistah Controversy, everybodies objective..
I'm lethal, like a dose of cocaine injected through your whole vein
to it dissolves your brain, through it's cereberal
me and H.D, both bent down at the steeple
waiting for you to half step, till we snap ya flesh
like giraffe necks, and splash the blood on the walls of aztechs
ask death.. both the messengers of satan
patiently waiting wit are hands crossed, naplam bombs strabbed to our outfit
to blow ourselfs apart through ya system.. and rip it out with
a milesecond to kill contestants who doubt this
were in your house bitch!,
with masking tape, ready to rape ya carcus
fully heartless in are body departments
drench the carpets of your apartment with intestines
and sanitize it wit ya fluids, till it's black and bluish
than renovate the look, by decoratin ya organs
over ya lamp light...that's how it's forced in..
intercourse wit ya daughter, while ya father is tied
to each side of the bed post.. that's how we get ahead, folks!..