Free Style Horrorcore

you can hear it in the darkness,
you can see it in the breeze,
you can hear him in the shadows,
when hes calling to me...

you can feel in in your footsteps,
you can see him in the trees,
you can hear him when hes talking.
and you can see him in your dreams.

you can feel him in the closet,
you can see him udnerneath,
you can hear him in the hall way,
when hes coming to me.

some times in the middle,
of the aincet night...
you can feel a sertain darkness,
that acompanies fright.

when the hour reaches midnight,
you can only feel your dreams.
and when it slowly creeps to hour
then you feel the presence creep.

when the hand does reach 3 you feel it then decend.
the shadow of the night sky.
the unholy patron.

as it slowly blankets on you,
you can feel its deadly grasp.
as its smile desends upon you.
you can feel him once agian.

you will never truely know.
what it is or who he be.
but you will always know this...

that he will always obey me.

For I am his master,
For I am his friend.
For I am his ruler.
And I am His Kin.

For we are made of Darkness.
For We are made of sin.
For we are made of shadow,
For we eternal Kin.

- a Free Style of Speckta.. Copy wroten Bitches!

i like it

as i lurk threw the shadows with an unsharpend knife,
im looking for a victim, mabey a child, or a wife,
i search threw the suburbs with no mercey in intent.

and i find my target house, with its broken wooden fence,
a dog starts to stir. i reach for my blade, and all i hear is GRRRR.

as he lunges for my throught, i dodge, and slice back. and hes whimpering in pain, as hes severed at his nut sack.

bleeding perfusely, he can no longer stand, and i look at him in the eyes. and i bite him again.

- Owe why, some body please answer me,
Why do i have to see all these people bleed,
why.. some body please come and deliver me,
Why cant i just stop making you bleed.

lurched to the window, with my villanent intent,
and i move threw the curtains like a flap from a tent.
my cold bare foot hits on to the floor.
and then i see this teenage kid playin around with a ujia board.

hey there kid. you wanna know a trick.. he floats about the floor and hes says.. shure what is it...

come here close, i have to tell you soft. then i jabbed the knife in his throught and on blood he began to cough.

listen little shit, the dead cant help you,
but ill send you to the land,
where the dead can step to.
and ill even pay your way to the river of styx.
hold on.. shit nope, im all out of shit.

so i stabbed him five times in his lower rib cage,
and 41 times in a slaughterous rage!

after five minuets of stabbing his body,
i chewed on his ear, and preformed a
labodamey.

moving on to the next room in the house. i came to encounter,
a tiny little mouse.. instantly i thought, what a cute little shit.
but instead i just lifted my leg and smashed it to bits!
im the shit!

Fuck everyone who comes in my way.
because in minnesota goths we are built this way.
we come from the land of the frozen plains,
and when im done with this ryhme youll remember my name.

.......

i would continue.. but my wife wants to chat.. lol..

- Speckta