Death Rap Boss

[The youngest boss.]

I lost my passion... fuck a job, I'd rather rob for cash, I'm awesome at it
I just want to be the rotten bastard that got abandoned, not an honest man, guess I got my father's habbits
I was gone and askin' God for answers - but now the monster's back with only thoughts of madness
Still a constant savage causing havoc...
Chop off your head and deliver it on a platter like John the Baptist
I've been sick from the start, wicked and dark - your skin, I'ma wear it
Let sharp instruments carve into your heart and pick you apart like Richard Ramirez
Put the blade to your wife and make you put your faith into Christ
'Cause I play with a knife big enough to make even the most avowed atheist pray for his life
Contemplating which way I'ma strike - cut your throat with an axe or get choked 'til you can't breathe
Brains blown in the back seat while my flows make the rap scene look like it's being directed by Roman Polanski
Alfred Hitchcock, my lines're mean - just from one read, you can tell that my mind's obscene
'Cause you get the same feelin' when watching a horror film...
It's like seeing Freddy silence screams in someone's dying dream when I write a scheme
Hybrid beast, Iron Sheik slammin' opponents
Iron piece leave the back of your skull split...
Cannibal cloaked with my hands on the chrome and plastic explosives, spineless freak with no grasp of emotion
Ever since I was born and an infant, I've been infatuated with gore...
My stories're twisted, like forcing a victim to torture his children by torching their skin and
Throw 'em in a scorpion pit, the coroner givin' your corpse an incision
The reason why your organs're missin' - douse you in flames and make flower arrangements...
I'm keeping florists in business when I put an end to a mortal's existence
Warrior wisdom, my slaughters're vicious - you ain't safe when Beretta's close
You even think about takin' a step, I'll make the brain in your head explode...
Scraping your flesh and bones, my aim is like Sektor's scope splittin' your frame in Aggressor mode
Stuck between an angel and devil, there's no place for my wretched soul
'Cause I pray to the heavens...
But then hear a voice tellin' me to put eight in this Tec and spray with a vengeance, I'm Satan's genetic clone
Draped in synthetics, my face isn't ever shown...
Changing your fate when there's weapons thrown - got razors to sever throats and sabers from Elder Scrolls
Blades're impressive, my name's sacred and etched in stone
They hate that I'm wreckless...
But I made my way through the trenches and there's not a stain on this legend's throne

[Illume]

Cute.

Na just fuckn it was fire. Keep it up.

Put the blade to your wife and make you put your faith into Christ
'Cause I play with a knife big enough to make even the most avowed atheist pray for his life
Contemplating which way I'ma strike - cut your throat with an axe or get choked 'til you can't breathe
Brains blown in the back seat while my flows make the rap scene look like it's being directed by Roman Polanski

Fire

[Ghost1]

Fire

[Illume]

Originally Posted by Bags

Fire

DId you say fire?

[Ghost1]

Fucku

[DexLabb]

your like if 50 cent went to college for medieval and religious study

[Neighbor]

Jesus

[Ghost1]

Originally Posted by DexLabb

your like if 50 cent went to college for medieval and religious study

Stfu idiot

Negged.

[Wise Wiggles]

flames

[King Ra.]

Death rap indeed. The sprinkle of gunplay meshed with horrorcore like finesse and some real heavy concepts of swaggacious proportions really made this a refreshing but ill read. The build up in the beginning was very calculated and propelled this piece when you began to throw the haymakers. Each line seemed to compliment each other, strung together very precision like. It's hard to single out favorite lines because everything was just smooth. What's funny is, when I first started reading, I was like, "is Beretta really dropping a topical like piece?" on some gothic, dark, dull boy type depression shit. But then that transition kicked in and I thought, yeah, he on his shit. This was cool. Impressed. Best drop of the month thus far. Good ff.

[dull boy]

That replace the faith of an atheist concept needs to die.

Not bad, Jules.

[big baby]

keep the atheist concept. only ting need 2 die is ur negativity bish

[david stern razor burns]

Neighbor > Beretta.

Honestly, I've seen you do better. This seriously wasn't really THAT crazy??
Was it good? Yes. But I think neigh owns this style so this felt like a cheap knock off imitation.

[dull boy]

I'm positive about positive things. This was negative, because this shit was eh.

[dead man]

roman polanski line was bonkers as fuck.

lord have mercy

i don't even like these kind of verses anymore. for the most part. but yeah man fuck you

[Split]

[Dope girl]

that was striaght fire looking for more concepts from u

[Geno]

-ougyh

[Geno]

collab @Julian?