The Obnoxious Dave Trilogy

[Zen]

The Internal Dialogue of Obnoxious Dave
&
The Dance with Death

Aristocratics past giftin disasters in a blitzin fashion,
They got me in fits of madness, I wanna hit em and stab em
Then get and scatter!!
There they are, behind my back with diamonds set
In their necklaces was meshed with a hat and canes,
How are those bastards sane and I'm actin strange!?
Just cause they're decked out in nice clothes (I'd buy those)
And aftershave to lubricate when they masturbate,
I'm sure they do that although it's a rude and crude act
But that doesn't matter, Hey! You wanna blow those bastards away!?
Or walk up with a golf club and shatter his brains?
Come on!! Come out of your cavern Dave and plaster their face
On the sidewalk while we eat their eyeballs
And Laugh in their face!! Wouldn't that be great!?
Don't you think it's time to rattle the cage to your mind a rest
Cause we've battled for days in mental limbo with each sigh of breath,
Well thats about to change! Now we'll live by the pistol and side with Death!!
You've got the lust, Now take the final step before you rip and bust
Like a violent belch, Or....That might be something else...
Irregardless, Put your left, Then right, Yes that's nice,
These fellas have a dance with Death tonight.
There put the knife in your hands, Go on, Get it, It's right in your pants'
Pocket, Relax, Don't fight you can't stop it cause it's time to dance,

You can't stop it.

Henry, I dare say those gentleman are wearing the finest of silk.
What? You're out of your mind if you're still trying to kill.
...Nonsense you bastard there is no such thing as mind over will,
And yes there jewelery is nice. It's lined with a kind of gold and sil-
Huh!? No they don't use aftershave for lubrication,
And disregard their clothing, I think we simply are rather, how do you say?
...Illuminations of creations set in the perfect placement
For murderous Satanists. Soon you'll learn to face this.
...No Henry!! You're only a figment of my imagination!!
HahAhhAha!!! You're wrong I do exist faggot.
I'm the itch you're scratching, Your niche, Your passions...
And I'm the man who held your bitch on the matress
And ripped and shattered her face to liquid matter..
...Helen No!!...You really did this you bastard...
....There put the knife in your hands, Go on, Get it, It's right in your pants'
Pocket, Relax, Don't fight you can't stop it cause it's time to dance,

The Last of the Reach

Here's my introduction, I'm a minion of fear and corruption
Near eruption in your tear ducts and fuck the way my peers function,
I'm bonkers, a primed monster disguised amongst ya
As a normal civilian, Born a chameleon swarmed with brilliance,
The lord of villians surrounded by mangled treasures,
An animal pressured taking cannibal measures, leavin mandibles severed
From violence in my hands, Time and again I silence the lambs
Call me the phantom shepherd, Hannibal Lecter,
In the rafters' beams hangs my panel of jesters, I laugh, they scream
And ask and plead but it doesn't matter to me cuz this handles better
Than a pattern of peace that these faggots preach, So, Come and grab a seat
And gather relief in my caverns beneath my manor, "The Last of the Reach",
It just so happens to be named after the street,
Here theres no sympathy, Just shattered dreams in a symphony of pain and agony,
Explain my rap sheet? Simple, it makes me happy,
Sometimes I can't contain my laughing when the papers call me insane or nasty
When really my brain is happily contained in savagery,
The real question is why people never bother to see or call the police
When these things are happening, Well I'll tell ya, Murder is the author of peace,
Sincerely, Dave.
HAHAHA

Obnoxious Dave

Depressed. Betrayed. Compressed. Decayed under Heaven's weight. 'I best behave,
Still in a belligerent temperment. I waste no breath to pray. What's left I save.'
Relax. Pause. Wait for honest praise. Blast off like a comet's blaze.
Emotionally bonkers. Socially awkward jackin off to topless babes.
Obnoxious Dave. Stocked with rage loves nothin but blood gushin from mosh pits with blades
....And this is one of his positive days.
Ominous gaze. Apathy. Too mad to breathe. A savage beast on top of his game.
Black tee's and platinum chains but something's happened, A change.
He's zapped and tazed and slapped in chains.
Locked up in handcuffs on a passenger plane
For rap sheets of past beefs of madness and rage.
Inspector Matheson proclaimed, 'Stan have this faggot arrained in the cabin with Shane.
Hey you bastard!! Don't you have any shame!?'
Obnoxious Dave has not been phased. Locked in place he gives the cop a gaze.
.....This is one of his positive days.
He replyed, 'No it's a habit that became a labyrinth of pain.
I'm savage. Insane. An addict contained in a cavern of brains.'
He laughs. He's crazed. Happily deranged. Stan doubles back and paces
To the table to look at their faces. A myriam of victims.
He's unable to maintain his calm. He puts his face in his palms.
He starts to pray to Psalms...But it doesn't help...Something's felt.
Anger to this stranger he's got to release. He grabs the gun in his belt.
He rips apart at the seams. A dove in Hell...He loves himself.
Obnoxious Dave is shot in the face. Bullet lodged in place at the top of his brain.
.....Stan just had a positive day....

[e11even]

Holy shit nuggets Zen... you topped your topical. That shit is ill. I can't say enough about that last two verses you added. You really upped the ante lyrically and content-wise on this one. Extremely potent and consistent and on-task with your message. I fucking hate you lol. Good shit bro.