You put me in the clutches of sin
Making me a burning specimen
Of worn animosity, just to aspire
Leaving absolutely nothing behind


But now it seems that the tables have turned
Another dead end, another lesson learned
One good turn deserves another
So here it is, motherfucker


You're just a semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
And I've gone ballistic


Tooth and scratch
Give me an axe to grind
A practice made perfect, matter over mind
I've got the urge, I've got the urge
To clean up this place of your scourge


If cleanliness is next to Godliness
Then that would make you the devil
Call it what you will, a pre-emptive strike
But the first law of nature is to defend one's life


You're just a semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
And I've gone ballistic


Mine eyes have seen the glory
Mine eyes have seen the glory
Grapes of wrath
Grapes of wrath


You're just a semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
Semi-automatic hate machine
And I've gone ballistic


And you're just a statistic

hmmmmmmm...........I like it!


fits the description of a few i know

yea i know a few people like that.ill do another one later maybe. but hmmmmmmmmm u dont have to say u like if u dont.just trying to add some spice i guess lol.

I kinda got one of my own...


I would love to beat the face,
Of any mother fucker that?s thinkin? they can change me,
White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold,
If you?re wantin? a piece of me I broke the mother f*****? mold,
I?m drowning in your wake
Shit rubbed in my face
Teething on concrete
Gums bleeding

Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing

I struggle in violated space,
Sell out motherfuckers in the biz that try to f*** me,
Hang from their t?s rated p.g. insight,
I ain?t sellin? my soul when there?s nothing to buy
I?m livid in my space
Pissing in my face
f*** you while you try
To f*** me

Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was you ain?t f*****? changing me

Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the glock against your head
Let me help you tie the rope around your neck,
Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge,
Let me help you hold the glock up to your head,
Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs
Get on the plank f***

Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I am rearranging
Dig bury me underneath
Everything that I was slowly changing
Wish you were committing
Suicide suckin? on a mother f*****? tailpipe
Dead man dangling from a tight rope
Limbless in the middle of a channel bob away[/i]

no

worst ever.

Lyrics from a shit song that.

which one? mine or Alec' Eiffel's?

lame, don't you have anything better to do, I check in once in a while and this is what I see...

so dont check.wtf some people like the forums and post shit.good place to chat about obs.if u dont like dont.but dont dog my shit just cause im trying to express something about an activity thats going on in the game. bet if id post some da yooper shit you would be all for it wouldnt you.

yep thats what i though.

I struggle in violated space,
Sell out motherfuckers in the biz that try to f*** me,
Hang from their t?s rated p.g. insight,
I ain?t sellin? my soul when there?s nothing to buy
I?m livid in my space
Pissing in my face
f*** you while you try
To f*** me .

Alec u write for eminem......

Post Maiden, then I'll like you.

haha sorry maiden sucks ass ill rather puke than listen to that crap.

try this one instead.

My life, my soul my thoughts are my own
I live to die that?s why I was born
Kill or be killed the law of the land
Standing tall, I?m not running scared

Human target

Scared, beaten my bones were broken
Bruised, mistreated for what I believe in
Survive or die fear for your life
I grip the gun tight three shots to the chest
One to the head standing tall, I?m not running scared

Living through the violence
I?m just surviving - there?s no way to end this one more dead,
One survives instinct to live
Living through the violence
I?m just surviving - there?s no way to end this
Living through the violence
I?m just surviving - there?s no way to end this
One more dead, one survives
Instinct to live I won?t - die

My life, my soul my thoughts are my own
I live to die that?s why I was born
Kill or be killed the law of the land
Standing tall, I?m not running scared
Survive or die fear for your life
I grip the gun tight

Human target

hell i send you this one you would be impressed.

Yeah, see I like music that's actually music, not a computer beat and synths, with a person talking over it....

sorry, it's called talent.