Thread: Verbal Violence
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Old 08-27-03, 03:34 PM   #2
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aight dis is another one.. feedback on any/both of dem would be appreciated.. this was against the guy named "Jroc" and in his verse he talks about wesson, guns and bow and arrows.. just so one of the lines makes sense to y'all..and his last line was
"aint i sadistic? say so after i blow anthrax all over you," just so my second last line makes sense.. enjoy

Stab ya feet 'til pain lingers in ya toes, make ya verse look soft as snow/
Staple ya finger in ya nose, thown offa building to land on ya elbow//*
Kill ya slow, see ya own guts rage when I cut ya rib cage to ya thighs/
Smear gasoline on ya face with a knife and light a match in ya eyes//
Ya beg to die, 'cracking' ya 'lock'ed joint 'til I hear the 'clink'/
Hang you by ya eyelids and saw ya stomach 'til ya blink/
Give ya draino to drink, cut half ya neck off and fill it with maggots/
Throw ya to a group of imprisoned spiked-condomed faggots//
'Smoke' ya fingers and 'drag'-it, redefine verbal violence and abuse/
I skin ya whole body with a cheese grader and drown u in lemon juice//
Screaming's no use, gash ya brain out and make it a wreath/
Eat ya voice box and grind ya adam's apple with my teeth//
Leave ya body buried beneath, fuck ya guns, bows and wesson/
I rip from ya asshole to ya dick 'til ya shit ur intestines//
Cave ya chest in, pull out a machetti and leave ya in a puddle of red/
Open ya mouth to a curb and stomp on the back of ya head//
Leave ya nuts shread, putting acid to ya heart when I hear the thump/
Carve ya chest cavity out and stab ya lungs on every pump//
Fold ya body to a clump, rip and break ya spine with my clench/
Yank ya wisdom teeth though ya cheeks with a rusted wretch//
Ya hole emitting a stench, inject HIV'ed needles to every patch/
Rip ya heart though ya skull and microwave it... still attached//
Ya body's mismatched, bite ya arms and legs off then switch-em/
Fill every space I leave with leeches and then stitch-em//
Leaving this bitch-numb, blow ur IV tubes til ya blood boils/
Smother ya with hot vat grease til ya finally die and simmer in oil//
Now ya resting in soil..

Fuck, I take the your antrax and stab myself with a pen/
Just so I can burn wit ya and do this shit over and over again..


*if he landed on his elbow like that, his hand would tear through his face

-Ie
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