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Old 07-12-03, 12:29 AM   #1
Split.
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From: Denver, Colorado
Evil in its Pures Form AKA SplitSouL (written)

IP:

this is the first verse for "Evil in its Purest" a callabo with me and my boy Mikah, i dont got his verse cause he hasn't finished yet, but this shits gonna be hot, once we get it recorded ill send link,

yo im merciless
destroyin hospitals, rapin nurses
i drop my chronicle and let the evil disperse this
my truths gospel causin the darkest of curses
((brought up in christianity, but now im burnin churches))
my unholy purpose is to fill corpses full of distortions
simple coercions, cause me to put ya body in the worst of contortions
your bloods absorbin into the fabric of persians
im subterranian yet subtly sub-fuckin-urban
i been learnin, how to keep murders occurin
cut ya chest like a surgeon,leave ya breath purrin'
leave less dna then the shroud of turin
boil ya crew for my brew, charm the pope into stirrin'
your vision be blurrin', speech be slurrin'
the pain is to much
feel the agony of splitsouls physical touch
hard to decide how pricise my incisions will cut
fuck it, rip ya flesh like the orifices of virginal sluts

aight heres my boys Mikahs verse,

Bodies get snatched before i capture they essance
bitch slapped and raptured in one punishment session
i've mastered aggression, channeled it to weak mc opression
pain is the question, and im the professor of the lesson
death is a blessin, and i bless kids often
rip bodies from they coffin, necromancer tendencies show no sign of stoppin//dead bodies im harvestin'// leave spectators gawkin after im done with my croppin,
like the two towers topplin, i destroy your existance, ya death is simplistic, what i do after that is the defining characterisic//throw ya body through a time schizm, do it again, make ya relive it,
rip kings off the thrones where they sittin, chop em in more pieces then colors in a prizm//when im done i aint quittin
i've just begun, when i confront, ya growth stunts like the expanding of overworked cunts, rip off ya legs, then force ya to run,
dunn, its killas like us who make the world go round
bodies get dropped off, and never again found,
y'all scoff until the undead rip themselves outta the underground
until rabid dogs escape from the pound, until ya'll paranoid shittless of every noise and every sound!!

its still kinda ruff around the edges, he hasn't practiced over the beat yet, so when we get the true lyrics down, ill post those too

but tell me what you think
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