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letra de r.i.p. - mr. morbid & melph

[verse 1: mr. morbid]
i’m running with the devil like the motley crue
rock stars and prost-tutes in hot pursuit
i keep the necronomicon like a pocketbook
a paperback, and you don’t wanna face the facts
i lace the track with strychnine, take ya death
in small doses, can’t change that, it’s all over
a large cobra, i’m striking ya face, a violent embrace
you try to escape, your final mistake
now do you really wanna die in a lake of your own blood
get thrown off a fire escape
the minds that i rape, are mine, i will silently wait
till they finally take steps to inspire the hate
i used to listen to iron maiden on vinyl or tape
the smile on my face was priceless, the finest of days
but i’m afraid of memories, a ghost of the past
now i’m f-cking hoes in the -ss, choke them out with a grocery bag

[chorus: mr. morbid]
i’m in the darkness, i’m feeling heartless
that’s the way that i live my life
and all these hardships, will leave my heart stiff
rest in peace when i rip my mic
i’m in the darkness, i’m feeling heartless
see that’s the way that i live my life
and all these hardships, will leave my heart stiff
rest in peace when i rip my mic

[verse 2: mr. morbid]
i am totally mad, an emotional wreck
every road that i p-ss, brings me closer to death
now my shoulders collapse, weight of the world crashing
i turned it into hate and then created disturbed p-ssion
my brain has the worst pattern, it’s making my nerves
shatter, i’m not a rapper, i’m a rapist and purse sn-tcher
today is the first chapter, it might be the last
the mics that i grab are wrecked, throw them right in the trash
i’m bugging out with a whole bottle of vicodin smashed
life sucks like syphoning gas or biting on gl-ss
some days i really wanna grab -ssault rifles and blast
every life that i sn-tch away is like i’m striking a match
near a flammable fluid yeah, i told the devil to do it
this is cannibal music, eat your f-cking parents and lose it
malevolent gruesome, reality is a scary illusion
the lack of a future is present in a terrible fusion

[verse 3: mr. morbid]
i’m the snake in the garden of eden
the rage of demonical beings, i’m summoning demons
they show me the truth until my stomach is bleeding
and my eyes pop out, what a wonderful feeling
but somehow revealing the pain is better
use a sharp blade to sever ya veins forever
ancient letters tell me of this grave endeavor
the sacred terror of death on the pages splattered
basic patterns, life is like a math equation
so there’s no path to take just aggravation
and i won’t slash ya face or bash ya brains in
but you won’t last a day, the wrath of satan
leave you toe-tagged decayed, and p-ssed away
the last of days are here, i’m a basket case
m-ssive pain, i wanna leave the past erased
a fast escape from life on a tragic plain

- mr morbid melph

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