Id personally say this is my best track. Probably cos its about the thing i hate most.... my dad
hiphop
metal
eminem
gothic
dark
satanic
devil
uk
death
sadness
insane
real music
meaningful lyrics
horrorcore
disses
necro
tech n9ne
murder
violence
killing
king gordy
psychotic
abuse
depressive
Story behind the song
I hate you dad... rot in hell
Lyrics
Ive decided my mind cannot take this anymore
the beast is knocking, someone unlock the cellar door
i can hear him calling , always banging on the floor
is he insane, yea... psychopathic to the core
pouring acid in his sores, stabbing glass into his jaw
whats the matter with this man, in his attic he has stored
the body of his latest lavish whore, the panic this has caused
when her family arrived home to find that she had gone
is it wrong to suggest hes a mess? you've got him wrong
coniving when its on , police cant catch him on the run
hes attacking everyone with a hatchet or a gun
passers by should run, hes gasping for some blood
no drugs arent the cause, he latches onto walls
he goes running naked screaming with a hatchet in the morgue
slashing at em all, he doesnt panic he stays cool
no evidence is left, he goes back to burn em all
its the weekend and i dunno what the f*** ive eaten
Im heaving, i can still feel its pulse beating
palms sweating, rage sets in, im not dreaming
theres a hundred bodies in this room all covered in semen
i look down, my little guys leaking
i swear everybodies dead, but i can still here one speaking
please tell me im dreamin, hes not even bleeding
and he looks just like me, what the f*** im leaving...
this cant be right, im standed in the candle light
strapped so tight in this strait jacket my f*** ing hands are white
is that an ambulance, i can see its flashing lights
someone grabs me tight, a dead body with half a spine
and its laughing like it knows something i dont
so i stab it in the eye hole and jump outta this white coat
f*** it, my spines broke or im trippin in my head again
damnit the packets empty, i must have over done the medicine
its 2 in the morning, think i'll have a whiskey and coke
i start thinking bout my dad and all the sh** hes prevoked
f*** the coke, i'll just down the whiskey alone
im getting mad now so i down another six in a row
f*** drinking this slow, get me out of this place
man im a state born with a cannibal tase
im going round to his place, even the sound of its great
put a scalpel to his face, drown him in his lake
dress up as a clown and wait, for another hour to fade
then devour the maid, leave her in the shower for days
i need to snap outta this rage, his wifes screaming at me in pain
but f*** it , im still not gonna let her outta this cage
HELLO IRENE, You pretty little thing,
shall we have a little sing while i rip you limb from limb
now can you act innocent, like u never did a thing
but nothing you can say or do will stop me from killing him
I THINK I'LL GET DRUNK AND GO AND STAB ANOTHER MOTHERFUCKER...
IF I FIND YOU DAD, THEN U CAN BET THAT IM'A MAKE YOU SUFFER
WHEN YOU LEAST EXPECT IT , I'LL CREEP UP IN YOUR BED SIT.
LEAVE EVERY FUCKING VEIN IN YOUR BRAIN DISCONNECTED