Deezy- Dance with the Devil Cyph...

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I was a reckless teen, with wild hopes and dreams,

of being a ballplayer superstar like Stephon Marbury.

I had a mother, working trying to make ends meet.

And a dad, who had a wife he liked to beat.

He sat around all day in his lazy boy.

The chair fit his actions right, he was a lazy boy.

Had no ambitions and no drive.

Sat around while my mom worked that 9 to 5.

I was a sick kid, Seroquel my prescription.

Heard voices in my head but it calmed my addiction.

To cause gruesome scenes, killed the cat in the kitchen.

Sliced it from throat to tail, watched its organs fall out.

Sowed it up and replaced the organs back through its mouth.

Then cut him up again to reenact the scene.

I could feel it deep inside, I was a killing machine.

The little cat was practice, for my later regime.

I hated my father, for what he had done.

No matter if he had a gun or if he tried to run.

I'd kill him some day in a gruesome way.

I just pray my mother doesn't witness the act.

Because all that would do is delay his pain.

Then I might have to redirect where my missiles were aimed...

 

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It was on April seventh, close to eleven at night.

When he came home, battered from a bar fight.

See I was in my room, on my old Xbox.

But I had to shut it off, once that door unlocked.

I heard a bump and a little shake, a lot of noise.

But I heard my mother's voice so I hoisted my fist.

I got up to give my mom a goodnight kiss.

And I witnessed a scene that I'd never forget.

It was my father, with his hands wrapped around her neck.

I don't know what happened next but I began to sweat.

He yelled go back to your room, hands still on her neck.

I turned around and walked away simply out of regret.

What came over me next was a fit of rage.

Completely smashed my Xbox, didn't beat the next stage.

I trashed my entire room, and whatever was left,

was thrown into my closet, to make room for the chef.

I exited my room, I had death on my mind.

Entered the living room, wouldn't believe what I would find.

I found my dad, committing necrophilia.

On my mothers dead corpse, though he had gonorrhea.

But It didn't matter, she was a good as dead.

Her neck was broken, all I could do was watch her dangling head.

And my dad do quick pumps, I was sure she was dead.

But it inside my head, those voices had an objection.

They said you like it don't you, began to get an erection.

I thought inside my head, this is the wrong direction.

Come on kid, its only wrong if you don't have protection.

I had to shut em out, then my dick died down.

I grabbed a candle of the table, then I beat him down.

He began to scream, as loud as he could.

But for the neighbors, screams were common when you live in the hood.

The candle had weight, had to of been 3 pounds.

Plus I masturbated daily, so my arms were round.

I bashed him in his face til his eyes were bloody.

His English was slurred so I didn't understand him fully.

His teeth were broken and chipped, like a tube of pringles.

His busted chops overlapped, like the roofs shingles.

He cried and beg for help, but no one would answer.

The sound was so vivid but I ignored his pleas and decided just to move on faster.

Pulled him into my bedroom, threw him onto the bed.

Took my Xbox remains and smashed both of his legs.

He screamed out for god, but there was no one there.

I brought my mother to the room and sat her in a chair.

Aimed directly at his face, her face bled with dismantled despair.

All I could remember was his toes curling like her hair.

I left him in the room, proceeded to the kitchen.

Where I found a butter knife, it was dull but different.

All these famous serial killers got these sharp ass blades.

I got the rusty butter knife so he could feel all the pain.

I came back, blood stains all over the carpet.

The color was so vivid and the red was solid.

I turned him on his belly, what I would do was heinous.

I took the rusty ass knife and shoved it through his anus.

He just squealed like a pig, like a ignoramus.

As the blood leaked, I proceeded to cut off his penis.

And blood splattered all over my face.

And blood splattered all over my face.

He bled out all over my bed, and stained the sheets.

My mother dead fell over and slammed on the floor.

I knew for sure that my father was going to hell.

But also as of I, this I could tell.

My mom bless, her heart was in a better place.

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

I didn't feel any better after what I had did.

In fact, what I did made me no better than him.

I hope god isn't upset, though my fate is sealed.

I got two dead bodies, parents both were killed.

I heard the sirens blaze from I mile away.

But at this point all I could do was pray.

I dropped the rusty blade on the floor.

Sorry for what I did tears poured on the floor.

I picked up my mother and took one last kiss.

I knew for sure, that's the person that I'd always miss.

But I wiped off my face, then the voice took over.

After and hour of bloodshed it was finally over.

Picked the blade back up and put it on the side of my neck.

I closed my eyes and thought back to my plans that I set.

Kill him, commit suicide, than kill him again.