Lyrics – Yo. Sam. Ha, we back bitches Good grip with that hood shit Full flame in front the bull pit Bad bitch don’t take shit Fucked last week been dead since In the muck ducked one time Kill em all with one line From the swamp, bump and grind Ain’t with the game no shuck and jive Ain’t no soft mouth when is gold Can’t hang low where the demons go Cats don’t talk, they plead the fifth One disappearance ain’t nobody see shit (Woo!) On a different plane Take it outside it’s so insane Sam right rip real simple and plain Sam B mother fucker ya’ll in hell (No room in Hell) When the elevators go down And the guest list is closed Ain’t no +1’s allowed And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell) The nightmares come quick The air is getting thick When the dead start to rise And there’s no place to hide (No room in Hell) When the elevators go down And the guest list is closed Ain’t no +1’s allowed And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell) The nightmares come quick The air is getting thick When the dead start to rise There’s no place to hide (No room in Hell) Eat a brain while getting brained Conductor on my zombie train All aboard, kill a broad Leave her bloody, choked and stained Won’t play games no slick talk Devil dick like a pitchfork No super suit, no Bat Cave Just shrunken heads and dead stock I’m Mossberg, I’m 2Pac B.I.G. with two Glocks Big L from Hell and back Collecting heads in my napsack Ghost Rider with no chains Spawned life with no cape Demon child like Hunger Games Chase a bitch, no escape (No room in Hell) When the elevators go down And the guest list is closed Ain’t no +1’s allowed And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell) The nightmares come quick The air is getting thick When the dead start to rise And there’s no place to hide (No room in Hell) When the elevators go down And the guest list is closed Ain’t no +1’s allowed And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell) The nightmares come quick The air is getting thick When the dead start to rise There’s no place to hide (No room in Hell) First of all I ain’t going to hell Let ’em know we’re going to need a lease I stay hungry I need a feast, I’m like, “Didn’t I tell you don’t feed the beast?” Went and got a little Holy water and then Put it onto my Jesus piece Got her wet like she’s seen the beach And I think your girl’s goin’ to need a priest Say I’m ill when I’m over seas Couldn’t see how that’s not true My jewelry looks like it caught Flu And my neck looking like Achoo Girl you got to be psychic If you think that I’m crazy I would show you my good side But what have you done for me lately? Every day would be heavenly when she Call me up and I stop through Every day I look to the sky and I Thank God that I’m not you (No room in Hell) When the elevators go down And the guest list is closed Ain’t no +1’s allowed And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell) The nightmares come quick The air is getting thick When the dead start to rise And there’s no place to hide (No room in Hell) When the elevators go down And the guest list is closed Ain’t no +1’s allowed And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell) The nightmares come quick The air is getting thick When the dead start to rise There’s no place to hide (No room in Hell) (No room in Hell) When the elevators go down And the guest list is closed Ain’t no +1’s allowed And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell) The nightmares come quick The air is getting thick When the dead start to rise And there’s no place to hide (No room in Hell) When the elevators go down And the guest list is closed Ain’t no +1’s allowed And the devil locked his doors (No room in Hell) The nightmares come quick The air is getting thick When the dead start to rise There’s no place to hide (No room in Hell) Sam B!
My 2 Cents – My head is deep in editing of some really great horror stories for Nightmare Whispers. (and some great poetry and flash fiction for Fae Dreams. ) We have announcements upcoming on the Fae Corps Blog Thursday. So I chose a song to match my theme. This was done for a video game. It was honestly better than the game it was made for. The video has some great cinematic effects. This song makes it into my daily listening most of the time. I am not usually into rap music, with a few exceptions. This is one of the exceptions.
I have never made secret of the fact that I am a survivor of childhood sex abuse. And yesterday was a very emotional day.
Survivors know that most monsters wear human skin. My monster was a quiet man that everyone believed was a good person. He told me that no one would believe me if I told about how he hurt me. He made me believe that I deserved the pain. That is what monsters do. They convince you that you deserve every bit of what they do. Even in death he haunts me, as I find myself feeling like a bad person for enjoying the fact that he committed suicide.
Monsters are among us. And now the world has one less. Though I am relieved I will not celebrate any farther. I will instead work on creating beauty to combat the monsters that remain in this world. I will be an advocate for those who have had their voice stolen.
This means that I am going to need to step back and breathe, I need to calm the emotional roller-coaster this has created. I will be back on Monday. Until then, avoid the monsters and be kind
so I have been thinking. I am having trouble creating content for patreon. I have this blog…and then all of the other places I have for social media and such… I found an option on WordPress for paid content. So my question for you my dear readers is should I try to do a paid area? The blog would not change, just more posts would be under a pay wall. I am going to be doing research into it regardless. However, I want to know your opinions. comment with what you think?
I decided to do something fun today for Monday Poetry…I decided to show y’all my poetry related pinterest boards. Pinterest is a black hole for me, a time sink where I will lose track of time. So let me show you some of what I have been doing there.
first board is other poets and fun bits of lyrics. I enjoy reading poetry as much as writing poetry. so I save the ones I like.
The second board is Prompts. because sometimes the muse is a fickle thing.
Pattimouse 