This movie inspired me to write this rap...
... as well as the films Serbian Film and Murder-Set-Pieces.
"Like a coroner with no respect for the body on the table.
Expect me to be able to disable your limbs like your life was a fable.
Ain't no one iller than a serial killer, arterial spiller,
with real life material for a serious thriller mixed in with some romance like my name was Schiller.
I'm setting murderous pieces while I'm gettin' a piece of dis.
That Miss that layed her body down for a caress and a kiss,
gonna recieve more than a bodily mess,
when her body is pressed against this MC undressed.
Don't matter if you're sweet or dull,
see to me, even your visceral is artificial.
I'll still take a bite 'cause it's like a sacrificial ritual that I devised in my twisted skull.
A smile on my face when I'm done,
with your body in more ways than one,
you're just a vessel to me hun.
What, you ain't having no fun?
But you said choking turns you on?
You're gasping for breath, close to death, and I guess, I'm the one that's wrong.
Oh well, two wrongs don't make a right.
But three just might.
So come on baby, I want you to squirt.
Naw you misunderstood me, I want you to hurt and spurt blood on my shirt.
Drag you to the bathtub, and clean you up.
Prop you up for the camera 'cause this the final cut.
Save the footage for the cops when they raid my stuff.
'Till then I'll take my time like a procrastinator,
when I dismember you and savor your severed head for later.
But not to stick it with a utensil.
I'd rather put my hand through the bottom of ya neck hole,
and jerk myself off with my fist shoved up through ya tonsils.
Now ain't that a visual.
Yo, I said no teeth hoe!
Oh look at me, there I go.
On the road,
arguing with a decapitated head over head.
Pull up, roll down the window and toss it in the river bed.
Damn, I'm quite a story teller.
I'll go from buying you shots, to watching you rot in my cellar.
Took you on one hell of a journey.
Too bad you wasn't lucky enough to just get left on a gurney.
Methodically inching you to death, I leave the Grim Ripper yearning.
But this endings only complete if I left your stomach turning."
(Screamo/Hardcore Chorus)
- It's not enough for you
It'll never be enough for me
But let's see
You're filling my cup while I'm filling you up.
--- References: Schiller was a romantic German poet.
Here is the link to my rap:
http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=246409018709135
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