The Guillotine
• Written by cloudedthought
My Mic can throw beats
MC suffering from lycanthropy
The authorities couldnt hold these misfits
Author, no needs to be chauvinistic
Hold this dick right over misses
His diary whats on written on the page
Nothin but what he's penting up his rage
Every sin he lays causin a craze
Kids listen and mothers go pray
Darker than the side of the moon
Human shark riding above your platoon
Lyrically tear you to parts buffoons
Stark raving madman in nights gloom
They bark, they cry, he scratches and squeals
A primal beast thrashes and peels
Skin not questioning how the cats feel
Last thing hes worried about is mass appeal
I kill, torturement, i rape and pillage
The US government a forsaken village
The head of a snake, the torso of a lear
Heaven sake putting nothing but fear in peers
Hes got no brakes gallon of vodka as he steers
Beheads and breaks victims, try not to clog the gears
Blood on the floor blood on the walls
Hunt them all cut they fall
A shunned one to end them all
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cloudedthought
Member since February 17 2014