MonkeySKULLZ / dexterisDEAD!

[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 bypassed 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'!/
'Bitches 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 pussy like a pimple, but tonight, I've got em'/
Lifting crosses, reading scriptures, speaking Latin, drawing symbols/
But shit, 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 nigga'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 kill you for some shit & 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 class, 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/
Passed out, fully naked, ass 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 shit for hours/
Letting clocks tick like parasites as we mapped shit 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 fuckers put on fake bravados!/
Nah yo, nigga, I see through that shit just like a jewel case/
The same kind we used when we were putting out The Space Tape/
The Space Tape! This is the Space Tape, nigga!/
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, fucker!/
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 fucking 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 killed him/

And it was all good just a week ago/