HEavy Rap song, Most hardcore by far

immortal technique is not hard rap...mike jones is
or better yet, 8BALL!

i didnt click it, but i bet its dance with the devil, and i bet im right, and there has been so many threads on this so use the searchbar

Listen to the song don't even pay attention who its by.

righto

but ur lying

Hey steve, are you fucking blind? Media and arts forum isn't there for decoration buddy.

i searched "dance with the devil" and "immortal technique" and there were over 15 threads on it

They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got out the car and followed her
walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed and (clawed)
so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was (made) to go first, but each of them took a turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren't concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and (bruised)
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
he thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead
and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head


Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him start the (cringe and stutter)
cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contemplate
his corruption had succesfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too

played

He's pretty good

you just found this song now?  this wins.

You better pray
When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho
Cock it back slow
Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
Boom!
Pussy-guts all over the room
If you aint seen it,
Then youre fiendin
For the meanin
Of that nina of doom
2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out
You back that nigga that pack that gat
And hit that indo-sack
Its like that
Cannabis sativa, uh, got me stuck on stump, fool
All it take is a way, a fat, green-bud blunt and a stunt
Cause its that nigga that work em nigga deep
And block creep
And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
Once itll make you vomit
Guts in a mamas baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe its common
Biatches keep fuckin and suckin and keepin it comin
With they drama. pop! its baby killa season
Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit
And watch them babys brains
Drip out that fetus
Bleed, its that nigga that kill em
Ill fill em all full for that sicc reason
Season of da siccness broodin, got me trippin for no reason

Guess what daddys bringin home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now eat! cause daddys workin hard for you, real, huh?
Killas run around everyday thats why Im hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!

As I creep, picture every human that I seek
Slabs of human meat
Cause my kids gotta eat
I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut
Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut
Nigga, what? you aint even seen me in my prime
Eatin baby brains, baby veins, baby spines
I know they be cryin when Im cuttin off the neck
Im peelin off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes
Baby villain spine, that baby-killin mind
A fifth-pound of gin cause I know Im doin time
So catch me now before I do my next crime
My kids gotta eat, somebodys babys on the line, nigga

Guess what daddys bringin home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now eat! cause daddys workin hard for you, real, huh?
Killas run around everyday thats why Im hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!

Get ready for the nigga shit
That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
Pick-a-vic-up, fuck em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs
And put em on the ground. murder toll. buck buck!
Slugs to the womb
Guts all over the room
That legion of doom
That s to the i-c-x
With a locc and a tech for the throat
And a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc
One for the nigga who kills them infants and senses
Then this time, I hit em with a nine-millimeter, meter
Now lets pick up me freakin up your skin
Never knew nigga-meat cooked so thin!
So I pack me a nine-milla gat
And creep in the back of the lac
With a sack of the indo

Guess what daddys bringin home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now eat! cause daddys workin hard for you nigga
Killas run around everyday thats why Im hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!

Thats right. once upon a time
A nigga that hella sicc up in the skids
With a lie for the snitch
As a victims stoned, sayin Ill be bones to the pussy clits
Theyre a baby ditch to the mastermind
Nine-millimeter shells, theyre blind!
Devils made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, its one of a kind
Low enough to the shit got hella deep that I had to patch it
To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket
Who could it be?
Or can he be
Locked up in the county
Cause the bounty
Finally found a nigga like me?
X-to-the-r-to-the-a-i-d-e-d
L-o-c
Whats up, my nigga?
Pull this trigger
And take my muthafuckin legacy
But watch your back. niggas be claimin that they sicc
But really dont know which way to go when they be smokin up with my
Lunatic
Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mamas cock? (yeah!)
Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!)
Have you even loaded up your glock?
Well, I could gives a fuck cause even then, nigga, you not my nigga
From that 24 God in black
Thats doin time
For shootin shadows up in the dark
And tryin to bite before he bark
And when his heart stops
From the metal blue blocks up in the cut
They try to lynch my muthafucka to make some dice up out his nuts
And what the fuck goes thru my niggas mind up in his cell?
That 24 deep, no sleep, much stress, nigga. nigga must be livin up in
Hell
And here I am, same muthafucka that got my nigga sicc
Tryin to kill myself but slippin more deeper into the siccness shit

Guess what daddys bringin home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, muthafucka
Now eat! cause daddys workin hard for you nigga
Killas run around everyday thats why Im hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!

i had a whole lot of absinthe the night i first heard that song and it totally fucked with my head, i had the most fucked up dreams ever and i couldnt stop thinking about it for a couple days
so wrong

what song is that?

brotha lynch hung- return of da baby killer