The Hall Of Ill
Posted: Fri Apr 08, 2011 12:16 pm
<INTRO>
"It is always more difficult to fight
against faith than against knowledge."
"I don't see why man should not be just as cruel as nature.
He alone, who owns the youth, gains the future."
"Generals think war should be waged like
the tourneys of the Middle Ages.
I have no use for knights; I need revolutionaries."
"All propaganda has to be popular,
has to accommodate itself to the comprehension of the
least intelligent of those whom it seeks to reach."
"All great movements are popular movements.
They are the volcanic eruptions of human passions and emotions,
stirred into activity by the ruthless Goddess of Distress."
"If today I stand here as a revolutionary,
it is as a revolutionary against the Revolution."
'-Adolf Hitler'
<CHOUROS>
A 'Dragons Den' is the legend of fishermen friends,
where clouds smolder into crimson benisons!
N I’ve been in Purgatory N climbed out a colder story,
A sight outlined in time with hymns of poetry's glory!
<VERSE 1>
Since birthed from misconception, I've loved rhymin's 'first-impressions'!
I’m now a veteran, a special blend the likes in which heaven sends!
A-YO! I aint fire, I aint flame. I’m a persona of goin 'toe to toe' with infernos.
My shits tight, like anal...No homo, but a mofo with HOE'S thou 4 a porno's promo!
I'll barter N nail ya soul...on the devils alter after payin her proper.
I've mastered my craft, while watchin myself as a father N a halo falter.
Im takin operatin suggestions for slaughter N monstrous corruption,
in a realm where silver N holy-water are weapons of mass destruction.
Since a 'consensus' is jus a polite term 4 cowardess wit-out prowesses...
...U'll stand awestruck, tense, captured N humbled by my radiance!
N like a tattoo of a silenced tomb; I'll imprint on U, permanent marks.
I spit shits dark, like a pedophile alone in parks, recruitin 4 Noah’s arc!
I’m a precise prodigy, creating verity within a moment of clarity.
An atheist with Paganistic tendencies N idiosyncrasy's ideology.
Like General Gaddafi in Tripoli, Japanese Tsunamis N the U.S's shitty economy,
sadly this world'll end badly! In anarchy with Zombies N chaotic travesty.
See, 'A.O.T.P' MCs and Mexico's 'Jose Cuervo Tequila' inspired me, a true G.
So roofies, drug fees or G.S.P of U.F.C, U best B, opposin the heart in me!
U'll feel me, cuz coke royalties keep me 'Hung' like the HBO series!
So 'L.O.L's @ C.O.P's', I got more Ice N G's then pairs of thieves.
<CHOUROS>
A 'Dragons Den' is the legend of fishermen friends,
where clouds smolder into crimson benisons!
N I’ve been in Purgatory N climbed out a colder story,
A sight outlined in time with hymns of poetry's glory!
<VERSE 2>
In carnivorous deeps where barbiturates sleep, the most brutal struggles free.
Evil carnivals with prizes of sodomy, virgin assholes filled with slices of beef!
In this diary of a freestyler I consider myself N ish as an 'East Coast Artist'
Cuz events I cause are particularly callous like Turkish N Israeli nationalists.
I’m drinkin N blazin blunts While re-heatin bacon N grits,
gassed a bit N complex N shit about topics the caliber of Auschwitz.
About how Kosovo medics are accused of traffickin human organs under older
slogans N how thousands of Southern Sudanese are fleein Northern tensions.
I still see a world of robbery rape N murder wreakin indiscriminate havoc
across the planet! I Wish I could just 'close-casket' this schematic.
Cuz in battle, my savage mental N a stutterin rifles rapid rattle
shreds flesh like cattle while rapin a cunt's battered menstrual.
Time flies as U align aim and let scopes spray turnin a blind eye!
U'll cry inside, the impotence in ur urban neural synapses deny pride.
I'll re-release a higher toxicity of 'Substance-P' in ur neurpeptides
N trigger deadly concentrations of inflammation N pain for our stimuli.
I'll cause pain, then choke N kill this piece of shit, rectal-filth.
Wreck her mental health! Make a bitch suck dick 4 coke N wealth!
<CHOUROS>
A 'Dragons Den' is the legend of fishermen friends,
where clouds smolder into crimson benisons!
N I’ve been in Purgatory N climbed out a colder story,
A sight outlined in time with hymns of poetry's glory!
<VERSE 3>
If a bitch needs boomerangs 2 arrange her belt buckle, who'll chuckle?
This royal-hoe's so fat she aint a camel toe. She's a MOOSE KNUCKLE!
In battle a new era mounts 4 authors N flow,
N ur gonna c stars like the Paramount Pictures intro.
Although I'll hijack ur satellite, I’m Lucifer’s entertainer.
I’m the Horror-core Kid, ur another murder-less masturbater.
Fuck ur succubus, I'll fuck ur bitch wit 'slick-spits'.
Plus when I bust nuts, it’s fitted with cryptic ballistics.
I'll blaze N toke then raise N toast souls lost on 'Ivory Coasts'.
N Charlie Sheen's lookin like the Harlem fiend we love the most.
I want a nasty-kitty; Ill spit nasty shit about a dirty pussy!
Its comedy when pussy smells like a mixture of puke, piss N entrails slurry.
I'll commit an invasion of privacy with twin tech nines N a supply of Vaseline
in the vicinity of obscenity, surrenderin to the serenity in melody.
The morgue is open N I’m as vivid as Bach N Beethoven’s composin.
Hell-sends Bin Laden, fightin for God yet slaughterin children.
outro>
"The 'Truth' is incontrovertible,
malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it,
but in the end; there it is."
"The first quality that is needed is audacity."
"Socialism is a philosophy of failure,
the creed of ignorance, and the gospel of envy,
its inherent virtue is the equal sharing of misery.
"A prisoner of war is a man who tries to kill you...
...and fails!
Then asks you not to kill him!"
"When the war of giants is over,
the wars of pygmies will begin."
"I am prepared to meet my Maker.
Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal
of meeting me is another matter."
-Winston Churchill