Dick Quickwood Posted October 21, 2004 Share Posted October 21, 2004 Carcass-Vomited Anal Tract Oral eruption Rectal extroversion... Your vagus implodes, as nausea strikes Savaging your body in terminal retch Violent spasms and decaying enzymes Engulf your throat as you belch Intestinal disturbance, your ileum turns inside-out Your duodenum is thrust up towards your mouth Your pancreas excretes stale septic pus Your whole digestive system is now a sticky mush Rectal vomit in your thorax Retch your anal tract Liquidized oesophagus mixes with bloodied excretion As you pathetically gasp for breath The stench of hot faeces scorch your nose As you violently vomit to death Your intestines are rising, up towards your throat Stale bile escaping through your bloodied nose Your colon digested into acidic slush Your tongue gargling on your dislocated anus Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Eric Clapton Posted October 21, 2004 Share Posted October 21, 2004 EIGHTMINUTESUPSIDEDOWN: Nothing new for you now, how can you bury? Filling up all your eyes and never swearing With your embrace I receive, receive the enemy Is this the Christ that you need or not the Christ that you need? Where do you gain your strength? One look and you will know Who chokes on boxes of fucking pills? Choking on your thoughts of what used to be... She's clothed with the silk Waiting to be drained dry And the echoes will come They'll come all around And drain us all...dry They'll drain us all dry As we gag on the dust of the everyday I choke on one more reminder you know I'm alone Where do you gain your strength? I wish I knew... Where do you gain your strength? I wish I knew... She's clothed with the silk Waiting to be drained dry And the echoes will come They'll come all around And drain us all...dry They'll drain us all dry Faith has led the way...dismantle Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Herbivore Posted October 21, 2004 Share Posted October 21, 2004 another paul barman goody: "when i want some i get some, if i'm lost in the flotsam and jetsam i'll draw some, L'acoste alligators... chasing an opossum.................. i'm freakin awesome" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fatalist Posted October 21, 2004 Share Posted October 21, 2004 ATMOSPHERE- LOVELIFE Individually wrapped, placed in neat little rows Becoming A piece, of everything that grows Some numbers, A name, to indicate you played the game Came empty handed and left the same A soul is A soul and A shell is A shell The border in between is full of everything you felt Some cling to A cross because they're tired and lost They leave it up to the weather to measure the cost And everytime I look within I recognize the darkness Familiar to the image of the artist Staring at the bathroom mirror in A strangers apartment Can't remember her name, don't remember how I got here But here I am, thinking about death again Humbles out the stress, helps the breath get in I need to check my friends as well as my next of kin To let them know I love them all to the end And when the soul begins to reap, I think she'll know me from the sleep I keep caught in the corner of my bloodshot eyes And if she has the nerve, to let me dump a few last words I'm gonna turn to the earth and scream 'Love your life!' Love your life, quite cliche but I guess thats me A ball of pop culture with some arms and feet As discrete as I've tried to keep the drama and cancer It's no secret I hunger for someone to feed the answers I never expected a bowl of cherries I'm just a virgo trying to find my own version of the virgin mary And when I let them carry me to a cemetary I wanna be buried with a pocket full of clarity (Chorus) Now, how many times must you prove you're an angel How many more demons do you have to strangle How much longer must you remain in this dream Before I finally figure out if you're insane or a genius How many times must you prove you're an angel How many more demons do you have to strangle How much longer must you remain in this dream Before I finally figure out if you're insane or a genius Let no tears to fall from none of y'all Just remember it all, the beauty as well as the flaws L-O-V-E L-I-F-E Here lies Sean, finally free And as I look across the sea I smile at the sun While it feeds the weeds the nutrition they need The people still breathe, the city still bleeds I'm going to love it to death and keep planting my seeds I'm going to love it to death and keep an eye on the seeds I'll be in love till im dead, I keep reaching the seeds I'll give all I got left just to teach you to read Love life to the death and keep planting my seeds And when the soul begins to reap, I think she'll know me from the sleep I keep caught in the corner of my bloodshot eyes And if she has the nerve, to let me dump a couple last words I'm gonna turn to the earth and scream (Love your life) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
GucciCondom Posted October 21, 2004 Share Posted October 21, 2004 I like that Atmosphere joint, I don't really fuck with Atmosphere though. Heres a Jedi Mind jawn, the new cd wasn't good at first but I have started to like it. Jedi Mind Tricks - On The Eve Of War feat. Gza (I dont know if the lyrics are all right I just pulled it off OHHLA right quick.) [Vinnie Paz] This is raw, all across the board, Liquid Sword Chamber If it's coming from my jaw, then it's pure anger Heavy metal rap, with a four four banger We can settle that, let the mic cord hang ya I play homage to the best of them, like Christopher Wallace And bring drama to the rest of 'em, with biscuits from copers I'm with Allah Justice, and we raw gritty Picture how, in a dial, to New York City I brought a four with me, we can capture the ring And now we more merciless than the Statue of Ming And ya'll are more purpose, listen, the pastor is king You gon' die, like a brawl with a gat in the Bing It's a passionate thing, the way we make classics Genuine brilliance orinate madness Yeah, we all spin on the same axis And this chrome thing here, leave your frame backwards The police always try'nna aim flame at us So I don't mind when the fuckin' brain splatters I don't mind, that we all gon' die soon I return to the silence of God's tomb [Chorus 2X: GZA samples] "There's no escapin', once the blade starts scrapin'" "My sword, indeed, make more niggaz bleed" "Wannabe MC's is shakin'" "So swift, naked eye couldn't record the speed" [interlude: sample] I don't believe what I'm seeing, I don't believe it.. Ladies and gentlemen, at this time We ask you to please rise (you'll never quit No one will ever get it, there's no thing quit) [GZA] Imagine a rhyme in it's prime, from off the baselines Skyscraper verticals, support the hang time Evidence that was left at the scene of the crime Trace back to a few, from out a group of nine Who performed well, regardless to the price of the tickets Off or on stage, whatever, still kick it With the footwork, of Freddie Adu, it's all new Now the rap commisioners, they wanna clone my shoe But the road's narrow, and it's difficult to climb With the heat, the wind and the fallen rocks combined It's hard to stay in line, the course is an obsticle Within each chamber, the force is unstoppable Lyrical swordsman, blades sharp, I cut out your heart M.C.'s want no part, in any type of conflict Because then I respond quick, it gets Vick The problem goes beyond sick [Chorus 2X] [Outro: (sample) Vinnie Paz] (Wearin' red trunks with silver trim, fightin' outta Philadelphia, Pennsylvania) This is how we do (His game is tight, and there's nothing to do) Pazmanian Devil, Frank Sinatra, Jedi Mind, Wu-Tang What's the deal, baby? GZA/Genius, Stoupe on the track, yeah My man Soop on the boards Those who dare oppose us shall stand knee deep in the blood of their children Is that he who fondles the pleasure of Allah Like him who has made himself reservin' the displeasure from Allah And his abode and how, and it is an evil destination...) Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
fishguts Posted October 21, 2004 Share Posted October 21, 2004 Big L: "I wouldn't give a bitch 10 cents to put cheese on a whopper " NECRO: "Maria you're on fire...You syphillis infected clitoris is burning with desire" Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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