but do your rhymes show any wit?
or should you just give up and quit?
No? Ok I'll give you that
but now I must suspend this spat
cause soon in San Francisco I'll sit.
now where did I put my rack?
I gotta head home and pack
Skull Queen is my first endeavor
so this I lovely exchange I must sever
but in two weeks I'll be back
limericks - lets here em
Introduction
well ho it looks like you got me
kicked my ass and turned me to chop suey
you think you've won
you've had your fun
but a surprise awaits you, you will see
like jason and freddy I rise from the dead
i sew my sliced up body parts back together with thread
like an angel of death
i create body counts like macbeth
you find i can't be killed and your blood still runs red
before i was undead i was just playin nice
but now i am infection worse than lice
biblical on your ass i will go
the 4 horsemen inspire my blow
plauge, war, famine, and death intice
Part 1: PLAUGE
in the trunk of my car you abide
deep into the ghetto you ride
your ass is soon spread
by an HIV infected penis head
a litte AIDS makes you sick inside
but i am not stopping there
i strap you into a chair
black plauge infested rats
chew through your flesh and fat
boils and sores cover your skin thats bare
next up we give you some SARS
force you to drink infected phlem from a jar
your fever gets higher
swolen joints cause you ire
you pray for death but it is not over by far
Part 2: WAR
i decide to give you taste
of a POW camp where you will face
the horror of war
you will come to abhor
torture non stop will be your case
I start with spikes through the hands
next i rip off your toes and rub you in sand
you ask why you messed with merrick
as you pray to gods, angels and clerics
you are barley a husk of a man
next we attach electrodes to your balls
flick the switch quick, i don't stall
smoke quickly rises
as your cock writhes
puke filled cell is where you fall
Part 3: FAMINE
now i am truly enthralled
i hang your pathetic mortal body on the wall
you think you are going to starve
it's going to be worse by far
no one will hear your screams and calls
the first day laxitives is all I feed
first you shit, then from your ass you bleed
then i feed you non-stop
but it all comes out plop,plop
nutrition is now what your body needs
your shit-stained legs now shrivel away
your ribs tear through your skin this day
you eat all the time
but are starving body and mind
"please stop" you beg and say
Part 4: DEATH
if you do what i say i will let you die
you say anything i say you will try
so i give you rusty spoon
you piece of shit goon
and have you remove both your eyes
next i hand you a rusty axe
each of your feet i tell to wak
you have become a sick slave
you rant and rave
most limbs your body now lacks
you have been a good little bitch
so i end your pain without a hitch
i slice off your head
drink your blood so red
your dead and have twitched your last twitch
Eplilouge:
in my undead form i am now supreme
to be the limerick king was your dream
but with merrick, you shouldn't have fucked
it was truly the end of your luck
i am the master of rhyme, lyrics and themes.
well ho it looks like you got me
kicked my ass and turned me to chop suey
you think you've won
you've had your fun
but a surprise awaits you, you will see
like jason and freddy I rise from the dead
i sew my sliced up body parts back together with thread
like an angel of death
i create body counts like macbeth
you find i can't be killed and your blood still runs red
before i was undead i was just playin nice
but now i am infection worse than lice
biblical on your ass i will go
the 4 horsemen inspire my blow
plauge, war, famine, and death intice
Part 1: PLAUGE
in the trunk of my car you abide
deep into the ghetto you ride
your ass is soon spread
by an HIV infected penis head
a litte AIDS makes you sick inside
but i am not stopping there
i strap you into a chair
black plauge infested rats
chew through your flesh and fat
boils and sores cover your skin thats bare
next up we give you some SARS
force you to drink infected phlem from a jar
your fever gets higher
swolen joints cause you ire
you pray for death but it is not over by far
Part 2: WAR
i decide to give you taste
of a POW camp where you will face
the horror of war
you will come to abhor
torture non stop will be your case
I start with spikes through the hands
next i rip off your toes and rub you in sand
you ask why you messed with merrick
as you pray to gods, angels and clerics
you are barley a husk of a man
next we attach electrodes to your balls
flick the switch quick, i don't stall
smoke quickly rises
as your cock writhes
puke filled cell is where you fall
Part 3: FAMINE
now i am truly enthralled
i hang your pathetic mortal body on the wall
you think you are going to starve
it's going to be worse by far
no one will hear your screams and calls
the first day laxitives is all I feed
first you shit, then from your ass you bleed
then i feed you non-stop
but it all comes out plop,plop
nutrition is now what your body needs
your shit-stained legs now shrivel away
your ribs tear through your skin this day
you eat all the time
but are starving body and mind
"please stop" you beg and say
Part 4: DEATH
if you do what i say i will let you die
you say anything i say you will try
so i give you rusty spoon
you piece of shit goon
and have you remove both your eyes
next i hand you a rusty axe
each of your feet i tell to wak
you have become a sick slave
you rant and rave
most limbs your body now lacks
you have been a good little bitch
so i end your pain without a hitch
i slice off your head
drink your blood so red
your dead and have twitched your last twitch
Eplilouge:
in my undead form i am now supreme
to be the limerick king was your dream
but with merrick, you shouldn't have fucked
it was truly the end of your luck
i am the master of rhyme, lyrics and themes.
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Hortio Felacio, he's our man!
If he can't rhyme it, no one can!
That also goes for climbing too,
everyone else on the site climbs like poo.
Don't look now he's humping your dog,
his ass is no longer tighter than a frog.
Talking about babies turns him on,
he likes to step on them with his crampon.
Nothing better than a rapping fool,
he makes you want to drop a stool.
Going to be a kick ass time,
listening to this man rhyme.
If he can't rhyme it, no one can!
That also goes for climbing too,
everyone else on the site climbs like poo.
Don't look now he's humping your dog,
his ass is no longer tighter than a frog.
Talking about babies turns him on,
he likes to step on them with his crampon.
Nothing better than a rapping fool,
he makes you want to drop a stool.
Going to be a kick ass time,
listening to this man rhyme.
Not a bitch.