My name is Crow , and I'm the definition of evil
By day I'm normal , but at night I'm killin people
I wear all black , and I only kill through night
All you see is the reflection of my blade in the moonlight
I try to make it messy , I love the sight of blood
Most killaz limit but I just can't get enough
Of the red shit , I'll leave you dead bitch
See the ground over there , that's where you'll be restin
You can see me , but only with ya mind
Better be quick man you're runnin out of time
I'm comin from behind , and my axe is out
You have no clue what's happenin now
I'm lashin out , as I swing my blade
I'm laughin like hell as I see ya life fade
As must all victims , you gotta be buried
Put ya corpse in a bag and head to the cemetery.
"Where once a mighty crowd did enter
Now blows the bitter wind of winter
Where once did mighty echoes sound
Silence lingers on the grounds
The Carnival , will travel on
But in the wind , still rains the song
As the leaves stir on the trees
A gathering Shadow begs release
Across the lands their heads will turn
As in their hearts , a call will burn
The six stories have been told
This traveling show will never fold
It's legends hear , and feel as well
Through shangri-La and pits of hell
And those that beckon , still shall know
The wicked joy of the carney show
The celebrations they have earned
Will to this earth , again return
A vision shimmers in the air
And those who have seen him best beware
Juggalos , can you hear the sounds?
Of hatchet chops and wicked clowns?
For soon , you shall confront your fear
Without another once this year
The carnival binds us all together
And so shall carry on , forever
We shall gather once again
And in this place it shall begin
And from these woods , you'll hear us cry....
THE WICKED CLOWNS , WILL NEVER DIE!"
-A poem by ICP.
" The life I lead is the life of a dog,
I may have fleas but I run our yard
I ain't no slave to a suit and a tie
No right-raised clone , I'll never be that guy
I ain't got up in some selfish career
I'm livin' in love , brother , not in fear
I see those clones looking down on me
But unlike those drones , this dog is free."
-Kottonmouth Kings ( feat. Dog Boy) - Dog's Life
By day I'm normal , but at night I'm killin people
I wear all black , and I only kill through night
All you see is the reflection of my blade in the moonlight
I try to make it messy , I love the sight of blood
Most killaz limit but I just can't get enough
Of the red shit , I'll leave you dead bitch
See the ground over there , that's where you'll be restin
You can see me , but only with ya mind
Better be quick man you're runnin out of time
I'm comin from behind , and my axe is out
You have no clue what's happenin now
I'm lashin out , as I swing my blade
I'm laughin like hell as I see ya life fade
As must all victims , you gotta be buried
Put ya corpse in a bag and head to the cemetery.
"Where once a mighty crowd did enter
Now blows the bitter wind of winter
Where once did mighty echoes sound
Silence lingers on the grounds
The Carnival , will travel on
But in the wind , still rains the song
As the leaves stir on the trees
A gathering Shadow begs release
Across the lands their heads will turn
As in their hearts , a call will burn
The six stories have been told
This traveling show will never fold
It's legends hear , and feel as well
Through shangri-La and pits of hell
And those that beckon , still shall know
The wicked joy of the carney show
The celebrations they have earned
Will to this earth , again return
A vision shimmers in the air
And those who have seen him best beware
Juggalos , can you hear the sounds?
Of hatchet chops and wicked clowns?
For soon , you shall confront your fear
Without another once this year
The carnival binds us all together
And so shall carry on , forever
We shall gather once again
And in this place it shall begin
And from these woods , you'll hear us cry....
THE WICKED CLOWNS , WILL NEVER DIE!"
-A poem by ICP.
" The life I lead is the life of a dog,
I may have fleas but I run our yard
I ain't no slave to a suit and a tie
No right-raised clone , I'll never be that guy
I ain't got up in some selfish career
I'm livin' in love , brother , not in fear
I see those clones looking down on me
But unlike those drones , this dog is free."
-Kottonmouth Kings ( feat. Dog Boy) - Dog's Life
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c-a-s-h on April 4, 2006Ian... I love the poem you have in the beginning about god and weed. I think if god smoked weed it would be better then whatever bullshit weed were getting
I bet he laughs in our faces as he smokes his bowl of godly weed...
have fun in TLC... I'll miss you </3 -
I Could Care Less on December 6, 2005u need to STOP changing ur name! GRR! anyways how have ya been??? hehe.. well i duno though i would stop by n talk to ya!
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anime girl on October 19, 2005hey im looking for friends that kno how to rap
do you wanna be friends? -
poisonedpen on October 3, 2005ok so i finally got my verse done! so here's what it looks like so far...you can post this on your page if you want and we can keep addin to it til its done.
Verse 1:
As I lay alone
On my bed of stone
I'm deadly cold
The spirits try to take me over
I'm gonna let 'em know
I'm gonna let it show
My sanity belongs to me
I'll never let it go
I'm a lost boy with no map
trying to get me home
The Witches beg for my blood
I tell them bring it on
Get your blackest majik away from me
Lay with me and make it safe for me
And pray for me , The majik got it's toungue around my throat
It's only tastin me
It took me 17 days to see
That you don't got to be shaman to be protected
But it pays to be.
Gimme Holy Water , Gimme a Crucifix
Gimme whatever , I'll be using it
Whatever will protect me
The Majik is deadly
Grab myself some bat heart
I'm holdin it steady
Bring it on voodoo bitch , I'm ready.
Chorus:
I've been laying here scared for too damn long
The spirits rip away my body , my head is gone
I cough up blood , and when I sneeze I break bones
I said Black Majik wasn't real..I was fuckin wrong
They tried to knock me in the head
But i rose with all dread
And defended my position with the dead
In the red it was all said and done
And the blood flowin was the color of the sun
It's really kinda tragic
A little problematic
How many are products
Of the black majik's static
The sound surrounds
Picks up and resounds
Through the years this has
Been our sacred battle ground
The demons weild the weapon
With wickedry they're steppin
But I bring out new news
Of what I happen to be reppin
And though the void is large
It will be filled and shall starve
The evil within explodes
Reach out to the stars
The balance needs equal
Scales so the sequal
Has a good outcome
Regardless of what the prequal
Laid out, no doubt, there's always a choice
The shout of a cause within one voice
Good or evil the path that you choose may change
Keep the hatchet, stay open
Let your heart rearrange
