6:07 pm
February 16, 2018
Let’s kill your dad
Song by Iris the Withered
Opening:
(Imposing male voice) Where the fuck were you
It’s way past your curfew
Come here you disrespectful shit
I’m gonna teach you, a, wait what the fuck (2 gunshots)
1st verse:
Hi, come in
How have you been
I see your black eye’s healed
And that tooth is finally growing in
How’s your family
Or should I say rather
How the abusive drunk mother fucking coward
That little bitch that keeps fucking ya up
Have the police finally caught him or are we still outta luck
Cps fucking left so now your fucking stuck
I know right now things are seeming empty and blue
But you got something that you didn’t know would save you (what)
ME BITCH
The administer of vengeance
The names Iris the wither
Do I have your attention
Death, decay those are my trademarks
But we gon end the day with some mother fucking bright sparks
HAHAHA
I got a plan cookin up
In the back of my truck
Old west street justice
Das what’s up
So if ya want that man to die
just shake my hand
And what you will find
Is a corpse
Withered decayed and broken down
Eye carved out, cause I love the sound
That it makes
When I tear it from his face
Every sign of his soul is completely erased
So shake my hand boy
What? don’t ya have the guts
Just fuck what you’ve known and go TOTALLY NUTS
LET’S GO
Chorus:
(tempo change)
GOING FUCKING MAD
WHILE YOU STABBING UP YOUR DAD
BURN SHIT
KILL SHIT
LIKE YA NEVER EVER HAD
MUSTA DONE IT 30 TIMES LAST NIGHT IN YOUR HEAD
EVERYTHING IS SHIFTING ITS ALL TURNING RED
BY THE END OF THE NIGHT THAT MOTHER FUCKER WILL BE DEAD
AND REMEMBER WHAT WE’VE SAID
NO TURNING BACK
AND NO REMORSE
NO MOTHER FUCKING PITY FOR HIS COLD DEAD CORPSE
2nd verse
(tempo goes back to what it was before)
Driving to your house with a forty in the back seat
Plus an m19
With some bullets layin at my feet
Pull up in the driveway
Hatchet in hand
Time to make him pay
Time to execute the plan
Okay, look
Just get me in the house
And then get your brothers out
wouldn’t want em to see
Then I’d have to off them as well
I watch you open the door, as the excitement overwhelms
We both hear a shout
“Why the fuck were out!”
Chorus:
(tempo change)
GOING FUCKING MAD
WHILE YOU STABBING UP YOUR DAD
BURN SHIT
KILL SHIT
LIKE YA NEVER EVER HAD
MUSTA DONE IT 30 TIMES LAST NIGHT IN YOUR HEAD
EVERYTHING IS SHIFTING ITS ALL TURNING RED
BY THE END OF THE NIGHT THAT MOTHER FUCKER WILL BE DEAD
AND REMEMBER WHAT WE’VE SAID
NO TURNING BACK
AND NO REMORSE
NO MOTHER FUCKING PITY FOR HIS COLD DEAD CORPSE
Verse 4:
My blood boils over
I run into your house with my gun and my cleaver
He’s going for his rifle
I shoot him in this knee
His movement is stifled
And yet I still need
For you to strike the other leg
Bloodline betrayed
Kill the mother fucker who messed with your brain
you pull out the 40, and blow off his hand
I stuck the cleaver in his back
And stuffed his face with sand
Lined him up against the wall
And took a step back
Looked at him like a doll
It’s the final attack
Time to watch the fucker fall
Thats when we blow him away
Bullet hell is the way
Death by firing squad is the sentence we gave
Pull some holes in your wall
While I’m laughing my ass off
He’s still tryna crawl
So I blow his head up
Euphoria rushes through my every bone
Killing that prick’s got me in the zone
So lets kill some motherfuckers, before I head home
Spot your mom coming in, with a bottle of gin
Stabbed her up with my hatchet and cut her limb from limb
Payin for dey sins
We leaving them in tins
guess das where this ends
Enough said
Call me up, if ya ever need a little bitch dead
Off with they heads
Tie em to a bed
Setting off flames
And inflicting dread
Abusers, losers, we cut em all up
Fuck off if ya got a problem, cause das what’s up
WHAT!!!
(abrupt sound cutting out)
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SPOOKYtheFUNGII see no difference between a corpse and a sex toy
6:20 pm
February 16, 2018
Tell me whatchya think, I'm a bit uncertain on this one, I think there's something I'm not quite getting. I've been working on recording all of these that I write, but I feel like my lyrics need a bit of work, the main reason I haven't gotten some out was that I have nothing good to record vocals with.
I see no difference between a corpse and a sex toy
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September 2, 2020
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February 16, 2018
MurderMarathon said
Not gonna lie, this is fuckin fresh!
Oh thanks lol.
Reading this again was a trip lmao, I had literally forgotten I used to go by The Withered.
I kinda cringe a lot of my old lyrics most of the time, I guess this one's not that bad though lol.
I'd probably rework that hook, also some of this really does not rhyme, I actually don't dislike slant rhyming, but some of these are pushing it.
Anyways.
Still thanks for real, I appreciate it.
the_patriot_smack said
somebody got daddy issuesit explains a lot it really does
try and kill my father and I will drop you
so Iris just seek therapy if you want to kill your father
it's very unhealthy for you
god bless
My dad is chill, this was inspired by an ex's dad if I remember correctly.
Can't remember which but it could have been literally any of them (Any serious relationship I've been in anyways).
But, go off I guess.
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