repost from netcees 1.0 (neighbor and geno)

[Geno]

Neighbor..I represent the terrible things.. Skeleton King w/ seraphim wings
Elephant skin weaponry sling, my blade fall like a pendulum swing
Menacing grin.. The Bandit Lord, from an age when mammoths were born
Show you the annals of war, then splatter ya corpse w/ the hammer of Thor
Brandish a sword w/ a chrome handle, etched on the grip
Reads "Hope's Shadow".. you can see bone marrow specks in the print
Both barrels ready.. I'm killin legends when the Hanzo swings
Attila's henchmen concealin weapons, use Achilles tendons for crossbow strings
The gat on my side leave shrapnel inside the blacks of your eyes
Stray bolts of lightning & slain souls of Vikings gallop astride when my cavalry rides
Battle cries rattle the night & challenge the skies..
That lead in the Magnum's cocked to put ya in the trenches of Ragnarok where Valkyries fly
The God of Murder, you feel a constant surge of terror
'Cause my palm's a murder weapon like concepts learned in the Kamakura era
The ronin Yakuza.. holdin a Ruger stolen from Lucifer's hands
The motion is brutal when I'm throwin a shuko like shoguns in feudal Japan


Genocide..
the language of my katana blade is not in slang,
I'm Li Hongzhang in Beijing when the pin falls out my grenade
doubt my brigade? the bang distorts ur ancient hordes..
nd chops off the legs of ur horse before it gallops away
me and neigh highly technicalised, extraterrestrial mind fucks,
that'll freak you out before the galaxy dries up
into fine dust, so unidentify us,.
or ima make you forget i was here before you can imagine that i was
ive got africans tied up stripping butt naked inside lakes,
im robert mugabe for gods sakes taking zimbabwe
egyptian hieroglyphics are foresaken in my name,
we have odd ways of forcing you natives inside caves
sodie of aids or don't give a fuck,your sitting ducks,
im the hands that pulled the triggers when the first pistols bust
after we rinse the rust nd sipped of blood,
became the south korean general kims that the missiles want
reside in the pits with bugs, where bin ladens' house was predicted once,
stuffed all up inside the turf..
but when i return, its the wild west where you can die and burn,
from the peacekeepers fire like wyatt earp
some violent jerks, who expect quite without even a silent chirp,
or for sure bury you a caskets depth
throw a match where the gas is kept,
and get tossed in a stove top alot like some dragons breathe