Put a Face to Music
Melodic whispers overwhelm my state
With rhapsodic pleaures defaced and ornate
Unspeakable acts commited by axe
Facts stack gory when backs meet w/40 whacks
Dark voices sing to me in morbid tongues
Through frantic rhythms struck by failing lungs
I bleed my lifes work masked by victims slain
Drains me of pain when I rock a mic sane
So I stay murdering while most lay gurgling
I'm hurdling men, some call it 'soul burgling'
Sushi chef skilled I peeled off her barbie doll face
Gucci dress filled w /stab wounds at a frenzied pace
My blade cuts through facial tissue, ain't a racial issue
But more like 'a race to getchu', and erase officals
Symphonys echo aloud while screams hit a crescendo
Arcs of blood dance about in glorious spurts on the window
Cut throat's for sissys, I'll take your face off quick
Then wear your expressions while expressing I'm sick
Pressing a mic to your lips when I'm mouthing the spit
No doubting I flipped when I put a face to the music I script
A modern day leather face...
I rip shows like the faces of those I wasted for show
Face it I'm cold whether it's a mic or knife that I hold
I deal death and spit forth flame with a demons breath
& I've split more brains than tag team whores on meth
Music speaks through my soul...
So I paint a melody in blood on a canvas of woes
Suppose I was asked to put a face to music in prose
I might hide behind the grin of the last victim I chose
& dance in the wind of the majestic speaker til blown...
...Put a face to music
....................Because HELL knows
........................................you couldn't face the music!
-Bounce