Sceltic - Down The Chute (W/Lyrics)
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This song was inspired by an Epic Rap Battle of History episode that I watched. It just made me want to dive into my inner psychotic self and see what horrifying imagery I could withdraw. Enjoy! :D

Lyrics:

Down The Chute
By: Sceltic
Instrumentals: Release The Demons (Crunchy Horror Beats - Soundcloud).


Chorus:
“Today’s society leaves propriety and anxiety.
It mixes so violently with my stays in psychiatry.
I’m unable to decipher just what burns within me.
This unimaginable lust for psychotic imagery.

Don’t turn around; I’ll just stab you in the back.
Slide the blade so widely down, until I hear the crack.
Screams follow suit, it buzzes my mind; it’s so brute.
I’ll keep the murderous conundrum pourin’ down the chute.”

Verse 1:
“Like a blade, sticking straight outta’ your skin.
I refuse to back down; and I won’t fuckin’ give in.
This scenery’s just a fraction of the following sins.
Ya better watch your back; no dark ally duck ins.



Cause I’ll wait for you there, with my face in shadows.
I’ll be like the executioner; bitch walk the gallows.
There’s no peace for you, till your blood runs shallow.
Run it through the trough, he can’t bleed no mo’.

I want to prove to y’all that I can be hardcore.
Slit the throat smooth; Columbian neck tie the whore.
Don’t hide in your house, I’ll go knock on your door.
Answer it with an axe; spread the brains on the floor.

And just when you thought that I was already done.
I’ll find your husband and go slaughter him hun.
Slice off his fingers and put em’ in my hoagie bun.
I’ll swallow them whole, every last one by one.”

Chorus:
“Today’s society leaves propriety and anxiety.
It mixes so violently with my stays in psychiatry.
I’m unable to decipher just what burns within me.
This unimaginable lust for psychotic imagery.



Don’t turn around; I’ll just stab you in the back.
Slide the blade so widely down, until I hear the crack.
Screams follow suit, it buzzes my mind; it’s so brute.
I’ll keep the murderous conundrum pourin’ down the chute.”

Verse 2:
“So you think that you’re true, and that I won’t bother you.
You assume that I’ll ignore ya shrew, but I kill on cue.
I’m a fucking maniacal blood lusting human being.
I’ll rip all of your hair out, before you even start bleeding.

When the pleading comes out, and you hear my laughter.
I’ll just cut more and more; I’ll add to this gory disaster.
I’ll cast your fuckin’ intestines all over the plaster.
I’m so sorry that your tongue’s leaking out sir.

At least I won’t have to deal with your silver speeches.
Preaching on and on about us sinners and leaches.
Ya tell us we’ll burn in hell; that we’ll surely reach it.
That’s why my lust swelled; I guess I’m a murderous creature.



I’m on to my next victim, some common, average Joe.
That preppy bastard who dumps all his worries and woes.
Onto some poor old sex dame; to him she’s a ho.
That’s why my hand’s now resting inside of his throat.”

Chorus:
“Today’s society leaves propriety and anxiety.
It mixes so violently with my stays in psychiatry.
I’m unable to decipher just what burns within me.
This unimaginable lust for psychotic imagery.

Don’t turn around; I’ll just stab you in the back.
Slide the blade so widely down, until I hear the crack.
Screams follow suit, it buzzes my mind; it’s so brute.
I’ll keep the murderous conundrum pourin’ down the chute.”

Verse 3:
“Ain’t I crazy, the way these words feel hazy?
I’m not fuckin’ lazy, I’ll make y’all fuckin’ hate me.
Bring on the comments, just try and slate me.
Ya try to fuck me over, but I’m doing the fucking.


Cause this is my court room, I’m judge and jury.
I’m the executioner; I won’t end you in a hurry.
I’ll drive this fuckin’ gavel deep into your skull.
Yank it out slowly, just so I can feel the pull.

But you ain’t dead; no not fuckin’ yet.
It’s time to drag your ass out like a jet.
Fix your insides into a salad; you’re my banquet.
I’ll wrap your hair on my head, just like a bonnet.

Now before y’all start thinking that I’m insane.
Before you start sinking into your terrible distain.
I’m fuckin’ more than that; the crimson will rain.
I’ll plow all y’all over, and drag ya behind my train.”

Chorus (x2):
“Today’s society leaves propriety and anxiety.
It mixes so violently with my stays in psychiatry.
I’m unable to decipher just what burns within me.
This unimaginable lust for psychotic imagery.



Don’t turn around; I’ll just stab you in the back.
Slide the blade so widely down, until I hear the crack.
Screams follow suit, it buzzes my mind; it’s so brute.
I’ll keep the murderous conundrum pourin’ down the chute.”

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