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Thermopylae (The Hot Gates) Lyrics by Barbarian Council

Barbarian Council

2013

[Grim]
If we stand up and fight you mothafuckers are done
I got a Rambo knife, I'll put it up in your lung
I'm really fed up with religion, feel like punching a nun
What is worse, that or a priest fucking your son
You cocksuckers should run or I'll show you cowards pain
Get your back broke like Batman in a bout with Bane
Come and see me if you doubt my claim
But I'm not going down easy like a turd in the shower drain
[Tabs]
Rage pouring out of my skin pores cuz I want to end y'all
These fucking faggots who wear their sunglasses indoors
I spit raw and live for my next target
So when it's war I quick draw like sketched artists
To be dead honest, y'all newbies were born groupies
So shut the fuck up like muting a porn movie
I leave the planet drenched when I manifest the storm through me
Predetermined murder spree courtesy of yours truly
[Tones]
I'm that negative vibe that punch you dead in your eye
Jab your bud, fuck pass the dutch left hand side
I'll destroy your squad, they fall into the landslide
You a pussy, a rookie on call like standby
Writing a diss for this, same session spit your last rhyme
Dead your corpse, taking heads for sport, it's the pastimes
Straight from the underground like a landmine
On the craft his body gassed after I break this fag's spine
[Elz Sinatra]
Sinatra from the underworld, came to show my demons love
Appetite for the holy, I'll eat a fucking priest for lunch
Tear your skin off to roll my blunts but I don't need a dutch
Rip the wings off an angel beat him with the bleeding nubs
Pass me a bottle, I don't need a cup
I'll use your skull as a goblet to drink my whiskey, I got an evil buzz
Elz a veteran of execution, head of the revolution
A fucking peddler of retribution
[Matt Maddox]
We take the gloves off and we scrap it out like hockey fights
Catch a bat to the mouth without the Ozzy bite
War together like the Hoplites
Y'all type get smashed, like car crash at a stop light
Rock mics, turn the temperature up
They screaming Dead Rabbits, they don't mention you fucks
No competitors, y'all are dead against us
Eight bars from the squad, take your head in a rush
[Jay-Sin]
Ain't a man I ever seen that can match this cat's energy
Pretend to be, get stomped out with more feet than a centipede
John Lennon was a pacifist, preaching let it be
Well Sin a pacifist and dogs that don't match my pedigree
You better be exactly what you said to be a vet emcee
Yo medically the proper term I'm told for you is dead to me
Eventually you showed that you ain't half what you attempt to be
No sympathy from me, no you be leaving me with empathy
[Cliff Clavin]
I bring the drama like it's Sodom and Gomorrah
Bringing horrors to these rappers when I son um like they father
I work the trade and I ain't talking 'bout a barter
Mic skills is killer, more precise than an archer
Lyrical anomaly, peep the cadence
This beat banging, it's all about arrangement
Cliff Clavin put it on a level
And stay above your head on tracks like train trestles
[Foul Mouf]
Too much on my mind so I let my conscience fly
Listen to Napoleon's Complex with acid drops inside my eyes
Blazing rituals, I stay with tremendous amazing visuals
Occasion criminal, you love to hate this crazed individual
You fucking with Dead Rabbits, you end up a dead faggot
Chasing pussy like Fred Savage watching your head get blasted
Then I'm out blaow, going down south spitting the wild style
Knock you out with a roundhouse prescribed by Dr. Foul Mouf
[Godilla]
It's the mix muddy waters with malt liquor
Awkward motions planned lock synchronize swimmers
The second I entered dismember pretenders and defenders
Rhymes resemble ancient glyphs in ?? letters
I took what's mine in captivity, I grasp energy
Attack enemies, rap nowadays lack masculinity
Integrity so I shoot like the Gat that blasted Kennedy
It's a rap, now you cats are memory
[Angel Tha Soloist]
Lyrically I'll murder you, has it ever occurred to you
Dammit the Dead Rabbits would do it for free, perfect too
Wrap you up in ???, cover you with dirt and rocks
And strangle you with shirts and socks, dismantle you and make you watch
I got you Grim the reaper he will put you in a sleeper
Beat you to a bloody pulp like Mr. Manson want to stab him
Medics gonna jab him while iller gets his gorilla on
Killers wanna kill us til it's only music, fuck your ??
[Coal Cash]
My hubris isn't dubious, went off the top like Mount Vesuvius
Studious accolade but I'm afraid it's not salubrious
The nucleus of my brigade made a third stage tornado
And your brains blow up and expand the land somewhere over the rainbow
Word to flame throwing your clan, you should've ran and got your burner
Watch your face turn to shit, I'll slap a bitch like Ike Turner
Turn a profit when I pop shit on some next level obnoxious
Til your knot split on the street under the feet of a metal moshpit
[Coast]
I'm a slime bucket, nevermind fuck it
You guys suck, I kill shit, I'm the prime suspect
Fat animal but Philly looking slim now
Y'all get trimmed down like you working in a gym clown
When the pauper spit, got a clique of cop killers
Proper shit, drop a kid with choppers if he got feelings
I don't give a single shit, stack um up like Pringles did
And knock these fuckers out, I'll fucking town up the living bitch
[Stryke]
Yo I hear a wack rapper babble in the booth
Then I'ma smash the glass grab um and drag his ass through (come here)
Let him know on the spot (yeah) to some it's all we got
And so the more you get involved then you fucking up our shot
Aight one time, grab your crew form a straight row
I'll knock um all out, there's the mothafucking punchline
I'm confined on the island with a bunch of cats
And everybody rap but the problem is they suck at it
[Menace The Assassin]
Beware the Dead Rabbits, and this is Menace the Assassin bitch
And I spit more than a virgin preserving abstinence
And I spit raw with a worthy turbulent acumen
When I spit dawg, you get murdered dirty ??
Yeah cuz the Assassin got the recipe
To sever your melons with swords like I perform discectomies
Regretfully if knowing you step to me retrospectively
Until I rest in peace it's Dead Rabbits til the death of me

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