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You f***ing slammed the door in my face.
Damned to hell, how could you embrace
me before, and you tore my heart
into pieces, threw me out like I'm just a spare part.
So how about we start with how I'm dead,
I'm lying on the bed with a bullet in my head,
my shirt is stained red, I bled, wait,
I'm alive, my heart full of great hate.
So I grabbed a backpack, put a roll of duct tape
and a nine, then ran down the fire escape.
Revenge is all that I seek,
I'm avenging myself, I was weak,
But now I'm strong and angry,
You did me wrong, b****, and I'm hungry
for justice. Going to start some ruckus.
Walk up to house, peek through the window.
Your buttoning you blouse, mystique, i continue.
Waiting for you to put your head on the pillow,
Then I walked through the door, ready to attack,
I explore the floor, leaving dirt tracks.
Then I creep into your bed room,
your angelic face hiding that devil you assume.
Take the tape, wrap it around your mouth, the one you kissed me with,
The fear in your eyes, are you trying to shout? You writhed.
Hit her with my knuckle,
let out a little chuckle.
Throw her in my trunk,
next to all my junk.
How could I ever love you, you worthless s***.
Nothing you said was true! So I shut
my trunk and start to drive.
I never felt so alive. It like five.
Stop at the river, the water roars with pain.
The cold made me shiver, but I'm insane.
It's begging me to throw you in.
So I open the trunk and begin.
I kick your bruised torso,
I feel no remorse, I love your screams,
pleading for me to stop, streams
of tears flowing, but I don't care,
I don't give a s*** about your despair.
So I take my axe and start to hack,
Start to hack your back in half.
Slowly I remove every limb,
Hope you can swim,
Throw the pieces of your body in the sack,
And toss it into the river, this is how I get back.
But I remembered to take and keep you heart,
because you stole mine. |
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IndiellaJoin Date: 2011-07-15 Post Count: 2603 |
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now I'm not gonna go on my feminist mode but yo.......................................
this is NOT okay :(( |
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IndiellaJoin Date: 2011-07-15 Post Count: 2603 |
He sayin' half a heart when hes sittin here choppin her limbs off..You ain't got a heart boy :(( |
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Deep meaning, rhymes were ok. 7\10 |
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After the first few lines I thought this was good, but then I read the rest.
Sorry dog, this is whack. |
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7.5 for the rap towards the midel you lost me with the rhyms but for the meaning and story you stayed in detail and on track thats not easy to do so overall this rap to me is a 8 |
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YadokingJoin Date: 2011-08-15 Post Count: 24926 |
Fact:
You would not be able to live with half a heart :I |
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@Jingle
Naw, Grinch lived with half a heart... Size.
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep, some food for thought, some food for death, go ahead and [Cencored] eat. |
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bunnybun8Join Date: 2011-01-30 Post Count: 673 |
This is messed up wtf? A song about beating a woman WTF? |
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I didn't read it all, but, I think it may be about a break-up and his releasing of anger, only in this song he kills and beats the women @person-who-said-this-was-a-song-about-beating-women.
Either way, it's still pretty bad. lel
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep, some food for thought, some food for death, go ahead and [Cencored] eat. |
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bunnybun8Join Date: 2011-01-30 Post Count: 673 |
Still you don't write songs about murdering and beating a woman. |
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Eminem, and alot of people have wrote songs about that specific topic in general.
I don't have a problem with it, unless it's reenacted by the same person who wrote it.
Otherwise it's nothing but poetry, no matter bad, or violent poetry, but, still poetry.
Freedom of expression and writing are great things, and a great release of anger and different emotions.
I don't agree with the overall subject of this, but, I mean, as long as the dude isn't actually beating on his ex and stuff, I don't care.
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep, some food for thought, some food for death, go ahead and [Cencored] eat. |
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bunnybun8Join Date: 2011-01-30 Post Count: 673 |
Another reason why rap is bad. |
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Rap isn't the only thing that this is displayed in.
Pumped Up Kicks is about a f*king kid shooting up a school and the kids with the "pumped up kicks".
Once my friend Alice showed me a song *forgot name* that was highly not at all rap based on real life events of people dressing up as clowns and murdering kids in their sleep.
Like.
Rap isn't the only thing known for violence.
So, don't try to use the "this is why rap is bad" excuse here because this is in all genre's.
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep, some food for thought, some food for death, go ahead and [Cencored] eat. |
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IndiellaJoin Date: 2011-07-15 Post Count: 2603 |
"@person-who-said-this-was-a-song-about-beating-women."
damn that's a long hyphenated modifier |
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bunnybun8Join Date: 2011-01-30 Post Count: 673 |
ikr |
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gosh that was deep but not as deep as that axe in her back |
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This is about brutal beatings of a woman, this thread should be deleted. |
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The thing is - it isn't.
REAL HIP-HOP! I'M A SPIRITUAL MIRACLE AND LYRICAL INDIVIDUAL NEVER REACHING A PINNACLE |
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