ALuCarD/Dead Sound

{ALuCarD}
[nOFace]

These lines will spell your doom
Wrecked with malice, Death salted wound
Legendary rep, time-aged grape wine
Spellcasting cock walks inside the mind
Body and Soul, essence for my tomb
Looming and lurking just out of sight
Bloodlust fuels undead pussy pike
Eating my wings to keep me tame
If I don't see red I might go insane
Hunter bides time, waiting for a bite
No time to run mainstream race
Weirdo just trying to save some face
Feral trophy wife, I refuse to cook
Wild beast prep found in no book
Trembling cheeks provide best taste
Blood-curdling is my favourite tune
Dick swells bigger than weather balloon
Flesh fiend, I'm the Walking Dead
Draining til body's heavy like lead
Tooth roofie V.I.P. pass to my room

{Dead Sound}
[nOFace]

Composure is my Mosier
Sidekick for exposure
Pushing boundaries once indentured
Search for success
Life's most repeated adventure
Temper, Temper find control
Before deception takes its hold
Wield shield of enchantments
Provide guard to regal soul
Pulverize personified stone
Crush re-mobilized bags of bone
Whip game proper
Failure element missing from battle tone
Family business strong, though I walk alone
Stolen from me fair-weather friend
Turned her toward darkness like #death trend
Craft and malice crossed in heroic blend
Rescue her I shall from your land of pretend
By my hand, You're Dead
Despair and destruction is all that I send
Born to save and provide your wicked end