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The Edward Dieter EP

by Inveigh Slang

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Nocturnal 03:32
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
3.
Beheadings 04:01
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
4.
The Sigil 03:22
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
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
6.
Slang Shit 03:13
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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The Edward Dieter EP by Inveigh Slang. Best played by candle light during a family seance.

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released September 20, 2016

All Lyrics Written & Performed by J. Brown & R. Sohns

Production:
Track 2 by Al'Tarba
Track 3 & 6 by Mat Rafle
Track 4 by Mad Mutha
Track 5 by Fonka

Cuts on tracks 2, 4 and 6 by Rob Shaker.

Tracks 1, 2, 4, 5 & 6 Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Rob Shaker @ Shake Down Studio
Track 3 Recorded, Mixed and Mastered by Dazastah @ Shake Down Studio

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