theman080
09-07-07, 10:30 PM
Picture this.....
As real as it gets, war-time wit a villainous script
Three-hundred bars in the mix, like Frank Miller depicts
I'm illin a bit, but really whose been feelin the lecture
Appeal to these specters, ghost fightin like Achilles & Hector
Impale tons with dull blades roughened in stale blood
Concussions for frail fukks, get flooded with swelled guts
Walkin barefoot over intestines of those phonies who tested
A macabre statue to salute my departure is my only intention
I aint ressurectin society and constructing an empire
I'm implementing anxiety, could be next when I set fire
I'm marchin through scorched fields, with archers who torch weild
But shoot percise in the dark, arrows rippin through your shield
My second in command is suggesting that we stand
Give the foot soldiers a break, now he's buried in the sand
Its deadly what i grant, tongue seduces souls to the sky
My hand causes casualties too, no one is as potent as I
I've ravaged Roman remnants and all who opposed the message
Only one nation remains, they'll soon be skulls in wreckage
Trap their souls in seconds, bastards shown acceptance
My generals slash their front lines and their snipers on hills
Casualties could be minimal, but I heighten em still
They say idle hands are the devils workshop, I can barely believe it
My past life must've been a parapalegic ended in a amatuer sequence
Amputated at the wrists, just to double the threat
Of my emergence, lit the furnace just to crumble the rest
This mother stumbles to death, was her only approach
My bodyguards revealed daggers and played tic-tac-toe on a throat
I climb the stairs to the capitals corridors while the captain is at
While my brainstust is rewarded with his woman's ass in the back
I laugh as I pass, every portrait of past rules resemble my face
My fellow conquerors let up the pace, as I enter the place
Where he's waiting with his sword drawn to settle this hate
I was told he duelled the best and left without a scar for his sweat
His armor was blessed with heavy metal, armed for his death
He charged in a sec, over eager approach revealing gaping holes
I could've scraped his skull but I waited to waste this ho
To see if he could offer a challenge, and deliver a fatal blow
But his technique was elementary and couldnever be dealt effectively
Against someone such as I, so i stutter stepped and cut his neck
The blood danced on the ground, the mother and son are next
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The throne room was maintained with a mother's eye
Every goblet filled and plate loaded, sewn wit a sucker's pride
Scarlet drapes and carpeting provided a fitting set
This mother and kid were set, ready to give a test
They approached with jagged weaving, hoping to overwhelm
But that textbook tactic was child's play, and yes I know it well
They used their number advantage badly and with clumsy abandon
So I split through the two and each was suddenly stranded
As I weaved around the table and then parried the shot
My blade scraped the drapes and the sun married the plot
We battled glare's and metal throws, attackin with savage care
Dippin the boy's wide throw and deflecting the whore's jabs
I ripped open the kid's thoat with a viscous and forced slash
I would've guessed the queen's remorse would've have slowed her a bit
But she exploded and quick, throwing swift, hoped to dispose of my lid
But she got only my wrists, my evasive manuevers were decieivin her eyes
I snatched my last remaining dagger and it proceeded to fly
My sword had slipped when the bytch got my wrists
So if the shyt I threw missed, this would get interesting quick
She flipped her longsword forth with a defensive spread
But was two quick and the dagger hit the center of her head
My wrists continued to poor blood that boiled on the ground
As I drained every goblet on the table while pissing on the crown
Then gathered the spoils before i search out another town
The Epic.
As real as it gets, war-time wit a villainous script
Three-hundred bars in the mix, like Frank Miller depicts
I'm illin a bit, but really whose been feelin the lecture
Appeal to these specters, ghost fightin like Achilles & Hector
Impale tons with dull blades roughened in stale blood
Concussions for frail fukks, get flooded with swelled guts
Walkin barefoot over intestines of those phonies who tested
A macabre statue to salute my departure is my only intention
I aint ressurectin society and constructing an empire
I'm implementing anxiety, could be next when I set fire
I'm marchin through scorched fields, with archers who torch weild
But shoot percise in the dark, arrows rippin through your shield
My second in command is suggesting that we stand
Give the foot soldiers a break, now he's buried in the sand
Its deadly what i grant, tongue seduces souls to the sky
My hand causes casualties too, no one is as potent as I
I've ravaged Roman remnants and all who opposed the message
Only one nation remains, they'll soon be skulls in wreckage
Trap their souls in seconds, bastards shown acceptance
My generals slash their front lines and their snipers on hills
Casualties could be minimal, but I heighten em still
They say idle hands are the devils workshop, I can barely believe it
My past life must've been a parapalegic ended in a amatuer sequence
Amputated at the wrists, just to double the threat
Of my emergence, lit the furnace just to crumble the rest
This mother stumbles to death, was her only approach
My bodyguards revealed daggers and played tic-tac-toe on a throat
I climb the stairs to the capitals corridors while the captain is at
While my brainstust is rewarded with his woman's ass in the back
I laugh as I pass, every portrait of past rules resemble my face
My fellow conquerors let up the pace, as I enter the place
Where he's waiting with his sword drawn to settle this hate
I was told he duelled the best and left without a scar for his sweat
His armor was blessed with heavy metal, armed for his death
He charged in a sec, over eager approach revealing gaping holes
I could've scraped his skull but I waited to waste this ho
To see if he could offer a challenge, and deliver a fatal blow
But his technique was elementary and couldnever be dealt effectively
Against someone such as I, so i stutter stepped and cut his neck
The blood danced on the ground, the mother and son are next
......
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....
...
..
.
..
...
....
.....
....
...
..
.
..
...
....
.....
....
...
..
.
..
...
....
.....
....
...
..
.
The throne room was maintained with a mother's eye
Every goblet filled and plate loaded, sewn wit a sucker's pride
Scarlet drapes and carpeting provided a fitting set
This mother and kid were set, ready to give a test
They approached with jagged weaving, hoping to overwhelm
But that textbook tactic was child's play, and yes I know it well
They used their number advantage badly and with clumsy abandon
So I split through the two and each was suddenly stranded
As I weaved around the table and then parried the shot
My blade scraped the drapes and the sun married the plot
We battled glare's and metal throws, attackin with savage care
Dippin the boy's wide throw and deflecting the whore's jabs
I ripped open the kid's thoat with a viscous and forced slash
I would've guessed the queen's remorse would've have slowed her a bit
But she exploded and quick, throwing swift, hoped to dispose of my lid
But she got only my wrists, my evasive manuevers were decieivin her eyes
I snatched my last remaining dagger and it proceeded to fly
My sword had slipped when the bytch got my wrists
So if the shyt I threw missed, this would get interesting quick
She flipped her longsword forth with a defensive spread
But was two quick and the dagger hit the center of her head
My wrists continued to poor blood that boiled on the ground
As I drained every goblet on the table while pissing on the crown
Then gathered the spoils before i search out another town
The Epic.