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444trumpets
06-11-2007, 08:25 PM
Title Speaks For Itself...
Spit That Dark Shit...

444trumpets
06-11-2007, 08:47 PM
running Down The Path Saw
bats seek The Voyage Down The Hallway
i Remember That Day..
whiplash Body Slashed My Instinct Death,
i Didnt Know Shadow follows Light Hollow I Bury Sounds,
footsteps Like Cat,
prints
i Slash, Victims Easy, Too Soon For I Desire More Blood Drips..
feeling Of Hope, I Walk For More Throats ,
keeps it Coming...

444trumpets
06-11-2007, 09:19 PM
Just Wacth Me Mutha Fucka Just Watch....
Spit that dark shit...

Annunaki
06-11-2007, 10:00 PM
Level 67 familar's from heaven
come to my aid/with angelic blades/sendin dead zombies back to their graves/
you'll never rise again like the sword of dawn/summoning skeletons
spittin flaming arrows and 32 bit javelins/
i transform into mist/traveling within the midst of sirens/
i like the sound effect they make when they evaporate while screaming/
i'm inside castlevania/symphony of the night/
with da wu shirt camofage timberlands and a bobby digital cloak/ that
digitize's my physical form from shine of the moon light/
ayo the coffins in sight pike men try to stop my plight/
i take flight and elevate they minds wit the mic/

444trumpets
06-11-2007, 10:49 PM
yo exile the crucifix rewritten tone mounuments face blacksound of hells home i zone out by my lonely v=being chase by fear hidout for who cries ambush left looks of death right i fight for more hearts of men
cry
your throat strangled heart poked soak in blood i pasture your honor moonlight i stare above me blod drip[s i cant wait

Bigot Hitman
06-12-2007, 12:41 AM
The Dark shit, blood stains under carpets
If u come to expose, u leave heartless
Ya corpse hangin from yo gutters, yup
The seeds awake,
Find out how daddy looks crushed the fuck up
No guns to bust but, i use sharp objects
The hardest sculpturer carve up ya melon
A felon artist,
From sane the farthest, green grows my gardens
From burnt down bodies, the earth's ground pardons
my wrongs, bein a hitman, sumtimes i eat my kills
My bloddy face is stare'in at u...i need my thrills
So i pounce on u wit every ounce of my frame
How i'ma get ya ain't pre-thought, unlike a chess game
Freestlyed actions, pick up the chipped axe an'
Hit u in the dome wit the dull side, lay u out laugh'in
All for a brief lingering feel of satisfaction

SID
06-12-2007, 06:27 AM
breath in the air of your decomposing corpse
sliced up and diced up, crucified on the porch
blood drips, mud tips over your body
pale face, death taste- equivlent to honey
runny seaping leakin weepin, cuts gashes- gummy
split tummy, cliped sonny, your slaughter still stuns me

444trumpets
06-12-2007, 09:42 PM
....

444trumpets
06-13-2007, 09:44 PM
lets keep it a secret LAKES AND RIVERS
FLOW THE MESSAGE ACROSS WITH PASSAGES
THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL
DISASTER COMES AFTER THE THROAT IS SLIT
BLOOD DRIPS
HUMAN INSTINCT RELEASE THE CONSEQUENCE

bloodyhookz
06-15-2007, 06:24 AM
you'll git bludgeoned in my war dungeon, tortured and decapitated/
you go through trials without the court orders and affidavits/
I'll crack your faces wit a billy-bat and batter domes/
step in my battlezone, it's similar to that in Rome/
I'll snap your bones inside the colliseum, bloody mess/
then feed you to the lions, cryin', it's an ugly death/
I studied chess, so every single move's ahead of yours/
sever your head in four, your bishops bled and fled the war/
I'll smash you rooks, then rape your queen and leave the condom torn/
watch me place your king in check, my intellect's beyond the norm/
the game is over, say goodbye and take a final breath/
stab you wit a spartan's spear that can penetrate through rhynos flesh/
I'll leave your back full of scars, and slash your lady up/
enemies git shacked and starved in Castlevania!!

444trumpets
06-15-2007, 12:10 PM
see In Castlevania
we Maniacs Attract Light Out Dark Embark In Grave Sites Holy Night Fusion Of Knives Swing Body Parts I Count Heads For Count Dracula Fed
stalker Excuse For Murder Tragedy Once Stepped In The House Of Darkness

444trumpets
04-08-2008, 10:26 PM
yo mind dwindle horror, last written qoute bandage ya body float over rivers of fire, desire many to fall over the hill crossover judgment fold ya body cold to the touch of your soul,
surrender your life...

D-Infinite
04-09-2008, 06:26 PM
Dissect each and every enzyme with my rhymes
The blood spatter pattern on the wall, caused by my lines
I let my metaphors mangle you - flesh, bones and all
Grind that gangrene out your guts, D-Infinite stand tall

oDoUoSoKo
04-09-2008, 09:10 PM
moving this to temple of darts 444

444trumpets
04-09-2008, 09:37 PM
aigth then but make sure you drop somthin in here

oDoUoSoKo
04-10-2008, 08:03 PM
cool, good idea actually..

the undead laureate, survivalist is my title spit
knives til everyone's dead, mentally making bibles rip
fangs attached to my upper jaw, lightning hitting twice when i
arrive, with a mask of mud carrying a flask of blood
rocket launcher attached with acid scuds, your ass is grass and im
a lighter and a match combined with gas, to blast the asinine
rappers with the mind of the average nine year old, my rhymes unfold
and makes your spine corrode, until you croak like some kind of Toad..

Sleep Sinatra
04-10-2008, 11:06 PM
hit a nigga in the adams apple wit a sledgehammer/
enemies get battered my zone's known as a legit hazard/
twist bastards necks untill the shit pop an crunch/
cannabalistic on the prowl might have 2 stop for lunch/
ya thoughts are punched once ya brains exposed/
sleep b maming hoe's didnt touch diana but i strangled rose/
...what a touchy subject? u fuckhead get offed bruh/
verbal jimmy hoffa dispose of ya body proper/
the shotty popper ya heart gushin like like a fountain drink/
slice ya scalp touch ya mind so u cant count or think!

LuckyTheWonderDog
04-11-2008, 09:11 AM
Here's a little one I just came up with. May add to it later if I can be bothered.

From the depths of the darkness a killer emerges
Fillin hearses to satisfy bloodthirsty urges
Adrenalin surges as the first gets murdered
Throat slit with a scream but nobody heard it

BornPower
04-20-2008, 03:41 PM
The man in black fled across the desert
and the gunslinger followed
upon my neck, the sun's pressure
sands swim and shift makin it difficult to swallow
squint against the wind with cupped hands
dust and sand in competition with a hollow man
followin plans demanded from the heavens in a loud voice
now drownin in an unleavened land's famine
mentals crippled
his sinister choice to continue his voyage by sevens
severin connections to kin and confederates lessened the human links
but it allowed him to cleanse his clouded dreams
and do the brutal things needed
greeted by beautiful demons
servin burnin drinks guaranteed
to kill the chill of the earth's surface heat
thirst is a curse of the weak
and my tongue is the first to peak when the furnaces speak
survey a landscape deserted and bleak
burnt trees reach for the moon's red eyes
while a fool's wickedness convinces him
he was confused when testifyin
I choose the direction of mice and men
as I blew death across the depths
through icy fingers with wind
the connection strengthens
optic twigs extendin
sharper images scripted
taken apart by agent armed syringes
they missin a single digit from start to finish
spit shards and slivers
darts dipped and twisted with the hardest particles in existence
thin and malnutritioned
south CHIolin spits the distance
tempted by demons
I grit teeth, shift heat, and keeep trippin
my arsenal of parchment is missin sheets
but once started there's no stoppin my the mission's completed
pawns in positions to reach ranks unseen by mere mortals
peer in this soul's portals
evil bleeds in large portions
waitin to recieve orders to pour through
tortured, boiled, and brewed
I've been called the Destroyer of Truth
Bones, broken and bruised, spoke the soil and grew
voyages in excess of 100 proof
fools get hunted in schools, usually
platoons of harpoons
marchin to the tunes of ranks and files
ninja gaidin over spaces, escapin from shaded to blank tiles
8th ranked with basic styles
don't get frustrated, this shit takes a while...

Lil' Ruger
04-25-2008, 07:19 PM
*puts RazZ-P voice on*

hmmmmmmm

i stalk the old world russia and all
they see me as god 100 feet tall
i bring darkness upon the world in the form of diseases
your life isnt needed you die weeping even tho with god you pleaded
i've excreted noxious chemicals to disrupt your mentals
its simple i infect you with bumbling pimples
im a man with no name a man with no dame
the world is heartless and there will be no change
ill see to that your current shirt bleed through that
and you fucking house ill stampede through that
put my Klown face on ready kill
blood spills on my dills but i fucked her still
horrorcore to the door leave niggaz pleading for more
till i give it to em like slamming there dick in the car door
you bar whores get spun on like old card board
i have created my own world made of rust spins on a broken axis
leave you severly bleeding on my basement matress
disect you then stand you erect one swing of the axe up there goes your neck
light swings back and forth violently spilling light in other places
i drive on an endless rode with the hearse you see tortured faces
exercism excursion emerge into the light
ive come close too good life despite my plight
hatred rises despising creation
the black plague ressurected cuts through the nation
kills a majority of the population
but i am immune eat whole shrooms in a dark room
knife blade glinting wathcing cartoons

444trumpets
04-25-2008, 07:39 PM
castlevania...
once Inside I Reach For An Axe I Swing
aimed At Ya Soul, Fortold In My Scroll,
i Left Em Hanging By His Own Concious Yo Listen Ill Leave The Mark Of The Beast Across Ya Eye Seems To Pity i Slay Foes Reap
underground Layer I Creep Beside You When You Sleep
wake Up To A Sword Through Ya Dome Piece Deceased
dragged Unconsiously,i Howl At The Moonlight

Lil' Ruger
04-25-2008, 07:40 PM
HERES A STORY FOR YA'LL


Continue murder venues old woman in the window
spying on my temple rituals in my basement
longdark hallways smoke in the house my world is all haze
trapped in a daze walking down the street
you see no faces just dark figures and the patter of feet
you continue to walk the street seems to stretch
you step on the sidewalk because the road reaches depth
the moon is obscured although you can see its light
you walk through a bush struggle with all your might
nightgown blowing cackles rise through the air
a man on a pike but naked bare
declare to the space around you "Come And get me"
you fall backwards the air is sort of misty
the nightmare becomes real you start to feel pain
your stamina is drained and you hear yelps of the insane
emerging from the mist and old watch on his wrist
he offers you several tokens then continues into the abyss
as he turns you spot hanging out is his brain
you draw back in disgust then examine the coins
you take out the switch blade wich slipped down towards your groin
you continue your stride particularly confused
but this world seems fake you label it a dream and become amused
you see a trolly seemingly abandoned
although you see a figure on it stalking it as if it were for ransom
you walk up to the trolly he turns violently at random
you offer him the tokens he looks at it happily
he offers you a hand and lifts you up automatically
but then the trolly speeds up riding down the road
you try to speak to him but his facial features dont show
he finally turns around and examines you questioningly
he asks you are you carrying a weapon my liege
liege you wonder? then you remeber the blade
you nod your head approvingly although no emotion on his face is displayed
he asks you about your life not giving time to answer
hes a normal old man although he looks sickly as if from cancer
but then something shone his face turns to bone
then you realize you two are not alone
on your left are a few men women and children wavy in their shape
the whole trolly is then submerged in a lake as you go deeper ou discover fire
then you suddenly realize what has transpired
he tells you your life was a failure you didnt do well
you had different cells for drug sells
SO WELCOME TO HELL

i had fun with that pkz comment on that

Sleep Sinatra
04-28-2008, 04:27 PM
ayo drop melodic murders shots'll serve the faint hearted/
get stabbed in the face for shit u aint start or play part-in/
roamin wit dragons that'll turn ya bones 2 ashes wit arson/
scatter-shots sparkin ya lifeforce cracked in half an then darkened/
Sleep the marksmen, i snipe wit precision an rarely miss/
these herb's is scary kid swell ya grill till protective masks'll barely fit/
cant prepare for this crush ya lary-n-x u die slow/
the worlds an evil place so im rimin wit my eyes closed..

ChristO
06-06-2008, 09:30 PM
philly, pistol-rangia, missiles maiming a
body of work, possibly a shirt with brains on it
turf with stains on it, burgundy clouds
walking around to get to the store for the chow
the cleansing of war all-around on the grounds
to hear about it, could calm any raw nigga down
who be about it, depending on how you heard it
what draws to the sermon and what gets you nervous
all hush when the tools out ready to move out
make any tresspasser eager to move out
bush must have 'em thinking they can be around us
suicide, can't escape with any secrets 'bout us
believe me beloved, I'm a ghost about it
soldiers think they can work the chrome without me
luci think that the belly can go on without me?
I'm being born, wifing my earth? chrominati
more than a wet t-shirt, a whole tsunami
4th chamber catchin' bodies? a whole new hobby
when the squeeze on the rock number three
I hack anybody in the paint, better shoot for a three
I outnumber you even if it's more of you than me
triggermortis leaving niggas more than catching z's...