"And The Shade;Lasted Long" - Isaiah Eatmon
I'M WAITING IN THE DARKNESS.
I STALKING YOU IN THE DAY.
WAITING TO PUT THIS BULLET INTO YOUR HEAD.
WAITING FOR THE MOMENT, DREAMS OF YOU DEAD.
I DRAG YOUR BODY TO THE BRIDE KISS YOU LIPS AND CAST YOU OFF.
I CAN DREAM OF YOU!!! I CAN DREAM OF YOUR DEMISE.
I will hunt you down, And end what you call a life.
And, The last bullet in this gun... I named it after Me.
SO THEN I'LL KNOW FOR ONCE I'LL BE THE ONLY ONE GOING THROUGH YOUR HEAD
AND WITH THIS KNIFE, I'LL CUT OUT YOUR HEART
AND WITH WOUNDERFULL DREAMS WHICH IN YOU ARE DEAD.
THEN, I'LL SMILE AND SAFETY PIN YOUR HEART TO MY BED.
SO MAYBE WHEN YOUR GONE.
I CAN BE ME WITH OUT FEELING ALONE.
(Maybe) WHEN YOUR BREATHS START TO GET SHORTER
AND YOU HEART BEATS FASTER.
MAYBE!!! When you start to lose strength
Can you hold on? CAN...YOU...HOLD...ON!!!
I CAN DREAM OF YOU!!! I CAN DREAM OF YOUR DEMISE.
I will hunt you down, And end what you call a life.
And, The last bullet in this gun... I named it after Me.
SO THEN I'LL KNOW FOR ONCE I'LL BE THE ONLY THING GOING THROUGH YOU HEAD
AND WITH THIS KNIFE, I'LL CUT OUT YOUR HEART
AND WITH WOUNDERFULL DREAMS WHICH IN YOU ARE DEAD.
THEN, I'LL SMILE AND SAFETY PIN YOUR HEART TO MY BED.
And then, I'll smile when i sleep seeing your blood drip down my walls.
I can imaging you screaming and CRYING IN PAIN;
SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS
SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS
SCREAMING AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS
SCREAMING AS THE BLOOD DRIPS FROM THE WALLS.
THE STECH OF YOUR BODY REACKS;
THROUGH THIS HOUSE LIKE ASPIRATION.
DEATH DECAY ONLY ONE OF THE TWO WILL WALK AWAY.
LETS DANCE ONE MORE NIGHT
MOTHER FUCKER LETS DANCE, ONE LAST TIME.
And one last lie slips from your mouth
one last lie to end it all, Like this rhyme.
Friday, July 11, 2008
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