Open Mic: Throne Of Skulls feat, Ill Scripturez

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A King to introduce a King....titles not withstanding
All the sickness here within, we dedicate to Hanging....

The Devils Reject off on a rape spree
For any child over 8 weeks, left bloody as a scraped knee
Since eighteen, I’ve been tryin’ to wipe the slate clean
But my dick is tryna to batter kids like it makes cream
…but it does
Ugh… I suck tampons dry
Bloody ones, it gets me hard like sittin’ on granpas thigh
I’d make grandma cry from the anal abuse
Her anus is loose left gapin’ from brooms
When she walks it makes songs like playin’ the flute
If what I’m sayin’ is true, I’m Satan to you
Should see the persuasion razor blades to you do
You should see the things I can do with trachea tubes
I want to murder everyone, can’t think of who to leave out
Wantin’ to feel the last breath you can breathe out
A fast death is something I don’t seek out
A cold teen in the basement
Like thawin’ protein for dinner, I took my meat out
…its time to fuck
Runnin’ through her middle like a half back
It so chill the cold thrill of her ass crack
Smash that, nut on her face for me to laugh at
Took off her entire epidermis so I could graph that
Make a trench coat, beat ‘til the steel of the wrench broke
Keep a carcass out ‘til the stench rose   
A fresh kill, I cut an artery in a sex pose
The blood squirts like mixin’ cola and Mentos

...Hahahahahaha...

And for those who dispute my throne of skulls....

Mr Jimmer the Spectre the king of finger collectors
Clippin digits off dead girls,to string on a necklace
Vicious, twisted'n reckless, victims blistered'n headless
Clearly sick in the head and not restricted or censored
I'll give you all the facts about a lass named Mandy Candlemass
Poor Mandy was a dandy, I unstrapped my gat'n capped her ass
And after that, I dragged the corpse'n strapped the whore to a knackered ford
Hit the gas'n sprayed her last remains, splattered stains on a massive wall
Then I remember, late December, I dismembered Laura Conner
Type with blindin' thighs, so nice, her eyes were wide'n fraught with horror
Laura thought her door secure, but forced it forward, more's the pity
Tickled her bits with a whip'n a switch til her lips'n her clit's left raw'n shitty
My next victim, nice Jeff Kitchen, guy with zero violence in him
Find him sick'nin, slice his dick with knives I picked with eyes a'glistenin
Might be nice t'find his wife and tie the dyke to an iron spike
With Stylez so hyped'n vile, oh shite! smile in spite'n dice her children

Yo.................Don't call me Jimmer
I like to eat the teets of slaughtered whores for dinner
Take a pensioner'n hit her 'cross the head with a zimmer
Break the ends off little sticks'n pop the next bitches liver..
..............Don't you know that I'm professional
A veteran at wrecking skulls, with heavy sticks'n leaded poles
I'm penetrating every hole with steady pricks of deathly cold
And devastating bless-ed souls with devilish collectables.....

Call me crazy, but a corpse adorned in lace elates me
Torture porn'n razor blades I tailor-made for babies
I'll break the clavicles of cannibals, snap backs of savage animals
Put ya passive ass in traction, hooked to the back of an active tractor pull
Settin fire to your extremities, wrecked ya feet with sharpened spikes
I'll spread ya teeth apart and calmly make you eat the heart of Christ
And make you suck the cock of Judas, spittin buckshots to bruise fucks
I COULD stop the abuse.... But, ya mug's what my boot loves
stomp your face in t'the kerb'n spray the pave-ment with ya brain stem
I've enslaved the greatest patrons of this ancient place'n raped them
With a Sword I brought with Stylez t'make ya fear the sparkling knife
And squish ya children into bits'n drip the liquid on ya wife
I'll infect with a tepid injection, of the mess from a leper's erection
I can trace little flecks of the faith that is left in the depths of a necrid rectum
Think ya fam'ly's sleepin happy? kids be cracklin when they go BOOM
Beefy Mac's the king of bastards sittin laughin in his throne room..

ha-ha-ha-ha..................Don't call me Beefy
I like to beat the weakened knees of paraplegic tweenies
 I like to eat the pussy cheese from a crusty cadaver
Dirty berk pervertin virgins with a rust-dusted spanner
Yo.......................Don't ya know that i'm a hopeless fool
A strange kid, spittin hatred because he's pissed, with twisted quotables
The next shit well be hectic, coz my text is gettin over cool
I over-ruled ya dopest crews'n smoked the boasts of most you...

This is a lesson in verbal violence yo, but most would call it horrocore
Don't piss ya kecks or twist ya necks, my flow's what they make potties for
Ya not as raw, but listen in to an kid who's grill's an insipid grin
Who's been slippin his dick in ya kith and kin, inflictin his jizz on ya missus' quim
I'm riddled with sin, that's like me though, aint hard fa me t'fight a ho
I'll put staples through her labia....... and spark em with a dynamo
My heart is full of violence though, I'd like to snap ya spine
stick a mic inside the vertebrae then smile'n rap a rhyme:
I'm pure evil, spittin venom, spewing bile, brewing Stylez
Acid I poured on masses of whores I battered with force, in stewing piles
Of steaming shit, I'm evil, sick, stick needles through the cheeks of kids
I'm "raising hell" my hatred swells, I peel the skin'n bleed 'em quick
With leeches slick with infant juice, a sinful dude with violent thoughts
The type to stalk at night and haunt ya wife with taunts and siren calls
And if she lands upon my hook, I'll choke the bitch, defile the corpse
I'm the necrophile who brought the vilest sport on silenced whores

............................Don't be callin me mean
Made ya meemaw scream "yee-haw" as I tore out her spleen
Battered masses of kids, splattered them on walls with pleasure
I like to tear out their hearts, you see i call them 'Treasure'
............................Don't call me a rapper
I'm digesting bits of tasty discharged fungal matter
I'll crush your skull to pieces with a ball-pin hammer
Making bunting from ya mum's skin as a gory banner

But I digress, I like breasts, severed'n rendered as cushions
I confess that when I'm stressed, I bury my head in the bosoms
I like to suck the rotting nipples and imbibe the rancid lactose
Like a wine pressed out of crack hoes, this is MINE so step it back bro
Yeah i'm violent, what a twat yo, let me crack ya face in half 
Y'see I pack the greatest bars, t'smash a bastard's breaking heart
I wanna mutilate ya cutie's face, you'll see the Glasgow Smile
And see the aftermath of her laughter on the liquid plastered tiles
And I find humour in the tumours of leukaemia in juniors
Givin beatins t'the peach skin, hittin leaves the sweetest bruises
I'm the evillest abuser, ending lives with calculation 
As I rise above my station raining fire upon ya nations
Can't ya see that I'm perverted, and my rhymes're quite disturbin?
I seen guys decide to verse, but there's more violence in my version
I can see you as you struggle to fit these lines inside ya heads
Jimmer binds ya minds with spite until you guys are likely dead.....

Oh shit.....................Don't get it twisted
Yeah I'm sure that all of y'all think you can mess with this shit
But if you ever dropped a verse as terse'n deft as this kid
You'd be hailed amongst the greatest of the blessed'n wicked
...........................Don't ya know that I'm just havin fun?
Like when I say "I shagged ya mum" I'm waitin as the laughter comes
They say that I'm a bastard's son, just spittin evil raps for fun
But Beefy Mac is sweet in fact, indeed he stabbed you vanquished cunts....

We did something......did you?

Edited by SwordedStylez - 09 July 2014 at 2:46am