TheToyFactory - MonkeySKULLZ / dexterisDEAD! lyrics

[Part 1: monkeySKULLZ] [monkey sounds] Verse 1 Splash a bit more black on that canvas; black out that campus with a look/ This big book, a can of gas & matches; match one with The Rook/ Chess Masters! A rook is planted atop a statue/ Rookies staring like my stature is that of a gargantuan/ My black leather jacket is plastered with insignia patches/ That broadcast my clan, if you bypa**ed what I'm branded with/ I hand a fifth of The Elixer to the pastor- oops, The Bishop/ Takes a sip to grant my wishes, which the witches I'm with wimp fa'!/ 'b**hes Brew' for real, I've got the wand to mix & whip em'!/ Pimp em': I'm who they slit they wrist, wet they're slits & twist their nips fa'!/ Popping p**y like a pimple, but tonight, I've got em'/ Lifting crosses, reading scriptures, speaking Latin, drawing symbols/ But sh**, they need to do it quicker while the mist is sittin'/ I'm getting pissed! The moon has risen and/ You're the only virgin on campus boo, so what's with the resistance?/ Pop this pill, get smitten & give in to a n***a's mysticism/ Hook Don't die! Don't sleep! Don't move!/ Keep your mouth quiet! Don't breathe! Don't do nothing!/ Outside, there's a beast on the move!/ And he might try YOU! He'll just collect another SKULL!/ He'll just collect another SKULL!/ Keep your mouth quiet!/ Verse 2 Oh, and did I mention we gon' tap into the 5th dimension?/ Get it trippy in a minute with your body as the entrance/ My little temptress, looking sweet as Lilith/ Our intentions isn't just to k** you for some sh** & giggles, little one/ Wish I didn't have to slay you, but we're here to bring deliverance/ To the thing I pray to, and make you the host it lives in/ Now stop trying to wriggle away, remember what we're playing/ Chess; not checkers! Check yourself before the reckoning!/ Just look at this as your initiation!/ Morbidly being sorted into a sorority orbiting another plain/ The greatest trick the Devil ever played is making the world think/ That he was the only one, nah uh, there's other beings!/ I bet when you met me in cla**, all crushy/ You were thinking more Edward Cullen and not leader of a Coven, right?/ Well listen honey, I still grabbed you at twilight/ The only difference is, I'm not the one craving to take a bite!/ Hook Verse 3 The fire's got your eyes all runny/ What we're reciting's got the skies all thundering/ We're here to bring forth the King piece, by making space for our Lord/ With the night in play, we move to place the Queen upon the board/ Pa**ed out, fully naked, a** pressed against the cross/ The Girls surround you moaning, getting off to our latest Pawn/ So pretty, sweat dripping from your titties/ Cut myself, then touch myself, to that superstitious kitty/ Something inside you's stirring, I can hear it growling, waking up/ And so are you, horrified that something live is in your gut/ Then it hits you, moved straight into the womb!/ You hang there shocked, as your mood soon begins to sooth/ Boom! Your eyes thrust open as you begin to come/ Ferociously! You're filled with joy; you now bare a son/ Embracing darkness, the girl we once knew has died/ We cut you down from the crucifix; welcome to the tribe/ Hook [Bill Paxton's speech from 'Frailty'] [Part 2: dexterisDEAD!] Verse 1 Me & Dex used to sit around contemplating sh** for hours/ Letting clocks tick like parasites as we mapped sh** out & plotted/ Never in a million did I think that it'd go sour/ With me spitting out a eulogy in front a room that's crowdless/ Now, since the day we met, he's always had this prowess/ That could waken up the G in men, and shrink away a coward/ So what I find especially funny about this now is/ How when he's gone for good, these f**ers put on fake bravados!/ Nah yo, n***a, I see through that sh** just like a j**el case/ The same kind we used when we were putting out The Space Tape/ The Space Tape! This is the Space Tape, n***a!/ If I remember correctly, that's still Walter's fav tape/ Back when I said I'll rip rappers open "like Reynolds' wrapping"/ Now I'm more like, the God damn Christmas Dragon, slashing/ Solid gold talons after any object laid down by Santa or The Jam Master/ Gasping fire, tail slamming, wings flapping, f**er!/ But in his last days, I started to notices changes/ That would make Pac lock himself in a hyperbolic chamber/ It wasn't just the haircut or aggression in his phrases/ Or the way he laughed when taboos came up in conversations/ It was one of those subtle clues like when your roommate tells you/ He has a whole other consciousness surfacing in his f**ing head/ That being said, I think the reason Dexter's dead/ Is the same reason we ended up with this new guy instead/ I don't know much about him, why he's here or where he's been/ I just know this new character where's the face of my best friend/ I can't say what happened that night, or what Dex said to Rby/ But I do know one thing...Jck Rby k**ed him/ And it was all good just a week ago/