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Deezy- Dance with the Devil Cypher Version
- (start at 26 seconds)
- I was a reckless teen, with wild hopes and dreams,
- of being a ballplayer superstar like Stephon Marbury.
- I had a mother, working trying to make ends meet.
- And a dad, who had a wife he liked to beat.
- He sat around all day in his lazy boy.
- The chair fit his actions right, he was a lazy boy.
- Had no ambitions and no drive.
- Sat around while my mom worked that 9 to 5.
- I was a sick kid, Seroquel my prescription.
- Heard voices in my head but it calmed my addiction.
- To cause gruesome scenes, killed the cat in the kitchen.
- Sliced it from throat to tail, watched its organs fall out.
- Sowed it up and replaced the organs back through its mouth.
- Then cut him up again to reenact the scene.
- I could feel it deep inside, I was a killing machine.
- The little cat was practice, for my later regime.
- I hated my father, for what he had done.
- No matter if he had a gun or if he tried to run.
- I'd kill him some day in a gruesome way.
- I just pray my mother doesn't witness the act.
- Because all that would do is delay his pain.
- Then I might have to redirect where my missiles were aimed...
- (8 second instrumental break)
- It was on April seventh, close to eleven at night.
- When he came home, battered from a bar fight.
- See I was in my room, on my old Xbox.
- But I had to shut it off, once that door unlocked.
- I heard a bump and a little shake, a lot of noise.
- But I heard my mother's voice so I hoisted my fist.
- I got up to give my mom a goodnight kiss.
- And I witnessed a scene that I'd never forget.
- It was my father, with his hands wrapped around her neck.
- I don't know what happened next but I began to sweat.
- He yelled go back to your room, hands still on her neck.
- I turned around and walked away simply out of regret.
- What came over me next was a fit of rage.
- Completely smashed my Xbox, didn't beat the next stage.
- I trashed my entire room, and whatever was left,
- was thrown into my closet, to make room for the chef.
- I exited my room, I had death on my mind.
- Entered the living room, wouldn't believe what I would find.
- I found my dad, committing necrophilia.
- On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.
- But It didn't matter, she was a good as dead.
- Her neck was broken, all I could do was watch her dangling head.
- And my dad do quick pumps, I was sure she was dead.
- But it inside my head, those voices had an objection.
- They said you like it don't you, began to get an erection.
- I thought inside my head, this is the wrong direction.
- Come on kid, its only wrong if you don't have protection.
- I had to shut em out, then my dick died down.
- I grabbed a candle of the table, then I beat him down.
- He began to scream, as loud as he could.
- But for the neighbors, screams were common when you live in the hood.
- The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.
- Plus I masturbated daily, so my arms were round.
- I bashed him in his face til his eyes were bloody.
- His English was slurred so I didn't understand him fully.
- His teeth were broken and chipped, like a tube of pringles.
- His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.
- He cried and beg for help, but no one would answer.
- The sound was so vivid but I ignored his pleas and decided just to move on faster.
- Pulled him into my bedroom, threw him onto the bed.
- Took my Xbox remains and smashed both of his legs.
- He screamed out for god, but there was no one there.
- I brought my mother to the room and sat her in a chair.
- Aimed directly at his face, her face bled with dismantled despair.
- All I could remember was his toes curling like her hair.
- I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.
- Where I found a butter knife, it was dull but different.
- All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.
- I got the rusty butter knife so he could feel all the pain.
- I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.
- The color was so vivid and the red was solid.
- I turned him on his belly, what I would do was heinous.
- I took the rusty ass knife and shoved it through his anus.
- He just squealed like a pig, like a ignoramus.
- As the blood leaked, I proceeded to cut off his penis.
- And blood splattered all over my face.
- And blood splattered all over my face.
- He bled out all over my bed, and stained the sheets.
- My mother dead fell over and slammed on the floor.
- I knew for sure that my father was going to hell.
- But also as of I, this I could tell.
- My mom bless, her heart was in a better place.
- I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.
- I didn't feel any better after what I had did.
- In fact, what I did made me no better than him.
- I hope god isn't upset, though my fate is sealed.
- I got two dead bodies, parents both were killed.
- I heard the sirens blaze from I mile away.
- But at this point all I could do was pray.
- I dropped the rusty blade on the floor.
- Sorry for what I did tears poured on the floor.
- I picked up my mother and took one last kiss.
- I knew for sure, that's the person that I'd always miss.
- But I wiped off my face, then the voice took over.
- After and hour of bloodshed it was finally over.
- Picked the blade back up and put it on the side of my neck.
- I closed my eyes and thought back to my plans that I set.
- Kill him, commit suicide, than kill him again.
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