Harbingers of Death ft. Neighbor and Genocide

Mike Wrecka · 10-28-2013, 09:05 PM

Neighbor

I'm the definition of raw; 7 Sins for the benefit of The Law
Leave Heaven stripped of its God, no benediction, the Devil lives in us all
These're penitentiary bars.. ascended vision, metal gripped in my palm
Hellenistic assault hold the severed head of Pegasus by its horn -
Red gets pitched on the walls; I let it drip down every inch of my arms
I generate genocide, never hesitant for Genesis to evolve
You're left w/ symptom withdrawal when my pen inflicts its signature form
Pledge addiction to war & make the dead lift like a medicine ball
Wreck the system like you were sent to prison & lost any sense of decorum
I'm a legend w/ every letter that's ever scripted the elegance of my thoughts

Mike Wrecka

these lames cant handle the tension my sentences bring,
got them shakin like the ropes when Ultimate Warrior enters the wrestling ring,
im an unquestionable sentinel at the center of things,
a special extraterrestrial vessel so every letter it seems,
that im on an incredible team, ATR the nexus supreme,
jettisoned the mediocre to be left with something better than wings,
an alchemist soaring past the competition as we sever the strings,
on parachuting writers seeking a safe haven to breathe,
I am a pagan extreme with Lucifer by my side,
we blasphemous baphomets wearing pentagrams in our eyes,
clash of the titans collide as these paragraphs are inscribed,
on stone tablets that will keep our words forever alive,
I make the temperature rise, im ceremoniously raising hell,
black magic for you faggots as I summon a satanic spell

Genocide

Prophets of death, that're Bombing the set
Promise the rest, there ain't been a dope enough conglomerate yet
For the gods to respect, boss of the spot
Get jim beam on the horn, im straight calling the shots
Toss you in the coffin, its locked
Let's see you fuck around, with your balls in a box
Cruciphyxions, crosses, I'm just staulking the block
Cutting off law enforcements tops, have it crawling with cops
Its like were all in the mob, we been made since day 1
Angels get fucked by the lords of flatbush, til your patron saints cum
Ya girl drink a whole case of facefuck, and swallow the truth
Imagine what being A.bove sluts could probably do
I'm a columnist to, write about the ways of the world
Even though that last bar talking bout the ways of your girl

10-28-2013, 09:05 PM	#1
Mike Wrecka WOW Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 3,524 Battle Record: 29-25 Champed - Writing Challenge League I Rep Power: 82779335	Harbingers of Death ft. Neighbor and Genocide Neighbor I'm the definition of raw; 7 Sins for the benefit of The Law Leave Heaven stripped of its God, no benediction, the Devil lives in us all These're penitentiary bars.. ascended vision, metal gripped in my palm Hellenistic assault hold the severed head of Pegasus by its horn - Red gets pitched on the walls; I let it drip down every inch of my arms I generate genocide, never hesitant for Genesis to evolve You're left w/ symptom withdrawal when my pen inflicts its signature form Pledge addiction to war & make the dead lift like a medicine ball Wreck the system like you were sent to prison & lost any sense of decorum I'm a legend w/ every letter that's ever scripted the elegance of my thoughts Mike Wrecka these lames cant handle the tension my sentences bring, got them shakin like the ropes when Ultimate Warrior enters the wrestling ring, im an unquestionable sentinel at the center of things, a special extraterrestrial vessel so every letter it seems, that im on an incredible team, ATR the nexus supreme, jettisoned the mediocre to be left with something better than wings, an alchemist soaring past the competition as we sever the strings, on parachuting writers seeking a safe haven to breathe, I am a pagan extreme with Lucifer by my side, we blasphemous baphomets wearing pentagrams in our eyes, clash of the titans collide as these paragraphs are inscribed, on stone tablets that will keep our words forever alive, I make the temperature rise, im ceremoniously raising hell, black magic for you faggots as I summon a satanic spell Genocide Prophets of death, that're Bombing the set Promise the rest, there ain't been a dope enough conglomerate yet For the gods to respect, boss of the spot Get jim beam on the horn, im straight calling the shots Toss you in the coffin, its locked Let's see you fuck around, with your balls in a box Cruciphyxions, crosses, I'm just staulking the block Cutting off law enforcements tops, have it crawling with cops Its like were all in the mob, we been made since day 1 Angels get fucked by the lords of flatbush, til your patron saints cum Ya girl drink a whole case of facefuck, and swallow the truth Imagine what being A.bove sluts could probably do I'm a columnist to, write about the ways of the world Even though that last bar talking bout the ways of your girl __________________ A.bove T.he R.est Last edited by Mike Wrecka; 10-28-2013 at 09:08 PM.