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
credits
from The Edward Dieter EP,
released September 20, 2016
Produced by Mat Rafle
Cuts by Rob Shaker
Such a solid album, cant believe I did not know about it.
Has some really good features on there and dug out some artists that I thought had gone off the map!
Maaaaad respect.
if there are future volumes they will get my money with out question.
Aslan you have a new fan Matthew Cooper