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Insanitroduction
00:58
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Nocturnal
03:32
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RANTS
I got an issue, and it begins with your life
You'll have a real staring problem when I rip out your eyes
Against me, nothing suffices
My basement stores precise replicas of Saw torture devices
Where I silence the laughter
And use graffiti writers amputated fingers as markers
I'm the bastard son of an unholy father
With self inflicted wounds of stigmata
Balaclava up, an underground mutiny
Closing the curtain on your window of opporunity
Collide with your crew, emerge out the pile on
Bury you and the rapper that you bit your style from
My stage is compiled of the people I stand on
My nice sides a splitting image of my bad one
Help line queue, I hang on the cord
And when death comes knocking make you answer the door
THINK YA ILL? / DON'T GET IT CONFUSED
DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES / BUT THEY WALK IN MY SHOES
SO MANY BRIGHT IDEAS / YET YOU HAVEN'T A CLUE
HEAR EVIL, SEE EVIL AND / SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO
IVEWON
Hand me the title, and watch me belt a kid
I.S. praise Satan for the hell of it
Cut you're tongue out for free, like don't mention it
Write in open waters and commandeer the censorship
I built my house on a dead end
Past the point of no return, my guardian angel's hell sent
I drive a hearse, Miss Wuornos rides up front
Ice cold, smoke a bulb and still can't lighten up
Rise at dusk, lay to rest when dawn breaks
I don't court a girl, I just see her at my court dates
Palatte is of poor taste, menu has one item
Sweet and sour long pork, a side of fried ricin
Turn myself in just to claim the reward
And keep the hearts that I've stolen in my chest of drawers
Best be warned, I don't repent my actions
I see the devil in the mirror coz my life is lived backwards
THINK YA ILL? / DON'T GET IT CONFUSED
DEAD MEN TELL NO TALES / BUT THEY WALK IN MY SHOES
SO MANY BRIGHT IDEAS / YET YOU HAVEN'T A CLUE
HEAR EVIL, SEE EVIL AND / SPEAK WHEN YOU'RE SPOKEN TO
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Beheadings
04:01
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Off with their heads, don't awake from your sleep
Lovin' like a tennis player, it means nothing to me
Gritting my teeth, start shaking a baby
And begin wigging out like an African lady
God praises me, I operate like a phantom
Don't hold a crowd in suspense, we hold em for ransom
Rackin lines of Charlie, I'm the Man-son
I had 99 roofies, and your bitch ate one
Unidentified objectives, flying flat and high
Speak a colourful language, only see in black and white
Supply the Devils disguise, and reside in a tomb
We walk a tight rope like blow flies on a noose
Set fire to the roof, no power outage here
Synergy relies on us to have these bright ideas
Nightmares, bad dreams, Edward Dieter
You'd have to go through hell and middle Earth to learn what that means
Drunk on power, we're constantly livid
Heads aren't on back to front but we're obviously twisted
Children from a damned village were my childhood play mates
When I drop a line on my hook is jail bait
Our namesake, filthy, fucked in the head
I neck shots of bundy, and chase it with teds
Light up a Jeffery, Darma and Greg on the T.V
I mack dead hookers coz we're so not P.C
Shits never easy, cohlz
You might not botch a line but you'll choke when my hands are involved
Like Panzas we roll, armed to the teeth groove
Two hungry wolves approch the targets in sheep suits
B1 - B2 - sacking rats in a popped cap
No duo, it's a split personality, got that?
Yeah I do, and I'll see you next Tuesday
Goin bananas raiding Hunter Thompsons suitcase
Praying for doomsday, romance in a lewd way
Hammer like reflexes, pile driving your screw face
Rhymes giving me toothaches, spit flames like Lui Kang
And make the booth shake and level towers like 2 planes
Ive doesn't like chicks after their due date
I.S commune, bringing dusk to the new age
Munching on mooncakes, I travel alone
With a go-pro and dagger under my cloak
My humble abode a structure of bones
So dope when we smoke tracks you get contact stoned
In written combat though, notes slice like a surgeon
Mind state of David Birnie while he got caught for murders
Peeping through your curtains from the inside
I ain't cutting the phone, I'm disconnecting your life line
I'll punch the face of a blind guy, give myself a high five
And have him not seeing stars like Perth city's night life
My tie, Cicillian, rock an iron crown
Chelsea smile and wave to cover up my frown
Bodies under my house too, a corpse in my lounge room
Living with these dead birds has put me in a foul mood
I prowl through, lost in the dark
If there's something I can't hack I just lop it in half
If there's something I can't have I'm robbing it fast
My powers like blood on the scene, there's no stopping the charge
Bally Up, keep it discreet
If the mouth is the door to your soul then we're kicking in your teeth
No practice, yeah we master what we preach
Take away your breath, nah your ability to breath
Your lifes a scream, around my part of town
I built my haunted house on Indian burial grounds
They say buy the ticket and you take the ride
I'm too weird to live and I'm too rare to die
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The Sigil
03:22
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RANTS
A book of blood, let me bleed
Each night I sit at a crossroad and read myself to sleep
In hells reach, flames burn to the core
And my reflection in the water is a stranger on the shore
Born with the Sigil of Baphomet in my eyes
I repent my wrongs with Satanic Rites
Frost bite with a breath peel my face of
If reality checks out, I've lost my grave plot
The stench of the undead covers my home
I burn butts into my arm and I'm stubborn to the bone
Exorcising with demons, formally captive
Only aim to keep paranormally active
We're never alone, tying the rope
My shadow forges a suicide note
You choke and when the curtains close
My body disperses into a murder of crows
And I'm... Ghost
I RESIDE IN A HAUNTED HOUSE ON THE STEEP HILL
WHERE PEOPLE ARE STRANGE AND THE RESIDENTS ARE EVIL
TAKE A SEAT AT THE TABLE, A GAME OF RUSSIAN ROULETTE
THERE'S ONE IN THE REVOLVER AND I'M UP NEXT
IN MY, HAUNTED HUMBLE ABODE
WHERE THE ROOMS ARE ALWAYS EMPTY BUT YOU'RE NEVER ALONE
PLACE BETS ON BLOOD RED, TRIGGER ENABLED
I EMPTY THE CHAMBER NOW I'M LEAVING THE TABLE
IVEWON
I cast a shadow of the cross, dance with the darkness
Battle with the light and call death my life partner
I'm heartless, Leanne O'Dea lets me harvest
Her clients coz a funeral home is where the heart is
Devil spawn with Laveys work in firm grasp
The Sigil of Baphomet as a birth mark
I run a planchette over my burns and scars
Coz a seance on my skin can tell me what this world cant
Exorcism host, take control of the reverend
Apart from Regan and Michael King he's my favourite possession
Dark room dweller, black candle for reading
Satanic Verses to a goats head that I worship and sleep with
Revealing my secrets, practicing voodoo
I talk to most demons, only get waves from Chtulu
I breath occult beliefs, forever we're following
Coz you played Ouija board and didn't finish the game properly
I RESIDE IN A HAUNTED HOUSE ON THE STEEP HILL
WHERE PEOPLE ARE STRANGE AND THE RESIDENTS ARE EVIL
TAKE A SEAT AT THE TABLE, A GAME OF RUSSIAN ROULETTE
THERE'S ONE IN THE REVOLVER AND I'M UP NEXT
IN MY, HAUNTED HUMBLE ABODE
WHERE THE ROOMS ARE ALWAYS EMPTY BUT YOU'RE NEVER ALONE
PLACE BETS ON BLOOD RED, TRIGGER ENABLED
I EMPTY THE CHAMBER NOW I'M LEAVING THE TABLE
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I.S Commune
03:51
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IVEWON
I railed up a train line and OD'd on the system
The cats out the bag so we filled it up with kittens
Ed Gein visions as I grave dig the landscape
Found a genie and made a magic lamp shade
Guilotine sharp we go over your heads
And only drop heavy schemes on the back of your neck
Take what we pen to your grave
We won't retract statements like our venomous fangs
Ahh, I look forward to nothing
Coz when I do I get butterfly knives in my stomache
Wrong in the mind so I tried to replace it
Left with a pile of brains coz none of those brains fit
Purple cape with size 10 Decades
Plastic bally as I unlock Heavens Gate
Fuck center stage, I'm out in the bleachers
Killing teenage girls while I'm sporting a Scream mask
We are, the named and the nameless
They all float down here so come close to the drain kids
Face of a crow, closing the curtains
Swinging my cane playing plague doctors and nurses
Empty the purses of the girls at a dumpsite
A Christian Grey area describes my love life
I don't need encouragement
After a crime spree I treat myself with the 5 Chinese Punishments
RANTS
Yo, a rancid son of a bitch
Stick you up with the same switch blade that I use to cut up my wrists
Stubborn as shit, I live in defiance
Talk down to giants and belittle Goliath
Got a knack with a knife, don't practice my lines
My plan for the future, go backwards in time
I'm the axe in your spine, cause the grief
Don't hold your breath don't pause to breath
I'm distorting the dream
And only give a penny for your thoughts to prove that your talk is cheap
Reach warp speed while dragging my feet
Back seat driving in a wagon of meat
That, tasteless creep using roofies to get mine
Inveigh treating your bitch like a flesh light
Fuck stones I cast boulders
The head hunter here to take a weight off your shoulder
Bi-polar, tipped off me axis
We put in the work you put in the malpractice
One day I'ma sell out this planet in a world of shit I rock a full metal jacket
Sleep on a bedlam mattress
And rise to erase the fine line between genius and madness
IVEWON
An eye for an eye I'ma make this world blind
Red moon in the sky cold murder in its light
Come have a close encounter of the worst kind
Put a price on my own and walk the March of Ides
I stashed the only hope humanity has
In my community chest, so you's haven't a chance
Eye of Horus, mark of the beast
Gold tinted saliva, platinum plaque on my teeth
8mm projector in the basement set up
Bagoul shows me movies I'ma be in the next one
At high noon put my hands up and come out
Six thirty on the dot I'm the victor hands down
RANTS
Wreckless since the get go
Chose the pen instead of the sword left it embedded in your throat
Who killed hiphop? Tell em it was us
I don't keep my iron fist tucked in a velvet glove
My last brainstorm caused the Queensland floods
And my next will cover the Earth in a sea of blood
Lets get this shit did, I does it
Stop, drop, roll you and stomp out the fire in your stomach
Rappers are livestock, we churn out the beef
Fan the flames of hatred and turn up the heat
My B-Boy stance posing a threat
And I will kill you when you're close to the edge
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6. |
Slang Shit
03:13
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RANTS
The God of your nemesis, a force to be reckoned with
I look upon your life through the eyes of a pessimist
Hard to manage
And trying to break the ice with me will have you go the way of the Titanic
Raps bandit, I put the rats on mute
And turn a bigger mans shoes into concrete boots
Alone in this evening
My guardian angel perished in an attempt to fight off my demons
Break the odds and crush the norm
My pens a lightning rod that channels my brainstorm
Shutter Island, ward C escape patient
This bodies a crossroad from my world to Satans
Heavily sedated on benzodiazapines
I still outrun the Thrust SSC
The mention of my name lowers your teams moral
The sole survivor of my ninth grades battle royal
SLANG SHIT! NOW YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE FUCKED WITH
HEAD FOR THE HILLS OR STICK TO YOUR BUNKERS
AND PRAY. PRAY YOU KEEP AHEAD OF US
EDWARD DIETER - A NEW BREED OF PREDATOR (x2)
BOTH
Eliminate competitors, walk with the giants
Mess with the pride and get fed to the lions
We won't make an alliance, off the wagon
We sink the blood of Christ from a 5 litre flagon
It drips from our lips like a bitch on her rag
Put coins on your eyes and zip up the bag
Insisidios spirits, each night before bed
We say our bloody Marys and put bodies to rest
Our ears burn when you speak of death
We make necklaces out of your beads of sweat
Life hanging by a bomb thread, bound to explode
I remove it and rack my brain back up my nose
Social flotsam and jetsam, filming snuff
We bring a new meaning to a directors cut
Get down to business, mergers and aquisitions
If your words are weapons then we're your source of ammunition
SLANG SHIT! NOW YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE FUCKED WITH
HEAD FOR THE HILLS OR STICK TO YOUR BUNKERS
AND PRAY. PRAY YOU KEEP AHEAD OF US
EDWARD DIETER - A NEW BREED OF PREDATOR (x2)
IVEWON
Nocturnal and sick, I brood while you're sleeping
Make a living in the week and kill it on the weekend
Spit in angels faces and fight off my demons\
Drink by the litre and lack all sense of reason
Outcast. I'm not meant for this Earth
I blister and burn if I walk in a church\
Only time I sleep is in the back of a hearse
Evaporate in the clouds and reign terror on Perth
So psycho. I should study psychology
Make juice from forbidden fruits off my agent orange tree
I'm like Pat Bateman, business to do
Drink blood and eat the hair of the dog that bit you
Turn the city of lights into a valley of darkness
Turn a body of people into a human carcass
And that's it, you've been asking for this
We preach to the perverted, class dismissed
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