chaoseum-unreal-

Demoncore is the definitive song I have written to represent me, my music and my message. 

Combining my favorite genres from Dark Trap to Industrial to Black Metal and influenced by some of my favorite artists from Ghostemane and $uicideboy$ to Ho99o9 and Ic3peak to Slipknot and Mayhem, Demoncore is my statement for unapologetically being yourself. 

For anyone that has ever faced discrimination for which gender you identify as, what your sexuality is, which race you belong to, what the color of your skin is, what your body image is like, where you stand in society and what culture you are a part of, I stand with you to let you know to be proud of exactly who you are. 

No matter how you have been demonized for being yourself, I encourage you to spawn the dark nature within and shine your unique light upon the world.

Lyrics:
What you see ain't real
What you see, what you see ain't real
What you see, what you see, what you see
 
What you see ain't real
Baby what the fuck is up with your seal
Calling my name, demon wanna make a deal
Kneel, cut you open, let the blood congeal
As I lick it up off your spine, how you feel
 
Sick of these muthafuckaz acting like they know it all
I ain't flex in a minute, it's time that I show it all
Haters throwing shades on ma way, I'ma blow it off
Bitch I move in shades, makin spades, I'ma throw it all
Into ma career, whatchu thinking I'm the muthafuckin leader of 40 hordes
These veins run deep with the blood of a Demon to the Core
Can't ignore, try and stop my take over
 
Steer clear pussy unless you wanna be envious
Snakes slithering up all in my rear
Got no time to for hatin, I ain't got no one to fear
Got ma voodoo witches spillin yo blood summoning Astaroth
 
Callin you out on your bullshit you sending out nothing but empty your threats
Cockin your gun at me laughing me enemies shooting up nothing but Blanks
Bendin outta shape, cause you can't escape, I'm independent made, nothing fake, spittin facts
In a ditch, curb stomping on you whiny little bitch
 
Sick of these muthafuckaz acting like they know it all
I ain't flex in a minute, it's time that I show it all
Haters throwing shades on ma way, I'ma blow it off
Bitch I move in shades, makin spades, I'ma throw it all
Into ma career, whatchu thinking I'm the muthafuckin leader of 40 hordes
These veins run deep with the blood of a Demon to the Core
Can't ignore, try and stop my take over
 
Feel the weight of...
 
My aggression
This is my ritual, blood obsession
Unapologetic like the ghost of a man on a mission
Got this game on a lock, zero level unleashed, Hell-Singing obliteration
Got the Scars, lxrd, Corpse painted
Full throttle towards my ambition
 
As a rider of the hordes
Spawn of fire, defy your gods
I'm reborn, Demon

Demoncore

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Lyrics:

Motormouth
Gossipmonger
Chatterbox
You're a bullshit starter
Bag of wind
Whistleblower
Lies out your eyes
And we know that you love to

Talk
Talk your shit
Get
Get fucking hit

Hypocrite
Culture vulture
Counterfeit
You're a rat fuck poser
Sit and rot
Sit and suffer
Dig your grave
Cause all you ever do is

Talk
Talk your shit
Get
Get fucking hit
And I know you're gonna talk
Talk your shit
And you know you're gonna get
Get fucking hit

All rats die alone
Bottom feeding vermin without a home of their own
All snakes live in a hole
Hiding til their dying lying flat on the road
Some things never change
Some things never
And we know you love
We know that you love
We know you love to

Talk
Talk your shit
Get
Get fucking hit

All Rights Reserved: © What's Good Records 2022
Composed by: Christopher Martinelli & Wes Good
Lyrics by: Wes Good
Produced by: Christopher Martinelli & Wes Good
Vocal Production by: Frankie Davis
Mix and master by: Christopher Martinelli

T.S.G.H.

Tusk - T.S.G.H.

Metalcore it’s not my song just reposting not the official account

Regime-molt (repost)

Killem All

KING 810 - Killem All

Midwest Monsters

Wage War - Alive

We got our arms out the window and we're flyin' them birds
Middle fingers, desert eagles, so your ass better swerve
You better put the blinker on or take a turn for the worse
Or the next whip, you're ridin' in the back of a hearse
You're gonna die first because I'm second to none
I got four chambers in my heart 'cause I'm a loaded gun
Yeah I murder MC's, I weaponize my voice
Never say an empty word, I'm always spittin' hollow points

I am the weapon to destroy you
So get the fuck out my lane because you're gonna get wrecked
Weapons free, comin' down your street
You're gonna feel some real G's when we break your neck

Middle finger to the law 'cause they're pursuin' me at high speeds
Blue and red lights are flashin' behind me
We don't pull over, we ignore the cops
They can never stop me 'cause 
I am a Decepticon
We're TERRORBYTE bitch so remember the name
You're gonna catch a hot one and turn your ass into a cold case
No one does it better so here's somethin' to chase
I put the pedal to the metal 'til the sirens fade away

I am the weapon to destroy you
So get the fuck out my lane because you're gonna get wrecked
Weapons free, comin' down your street
You're gonna feel some real G's when we break your neck

Loading program: Frankie Palmeri

[FRANKIE PALMERI]
 
If you're down with the cult, you better make some noise
Everyone that stands against us will be destroyed
Decepticons mobilize 
We're comin' to your city so prepare to die, bitch
You tried to destroy me but I survived
I'm comin' back for revenge through the satellites
Yeah we're comin' for you from above
Emmure and TERRORBYTE, you can't fuck with us

I am the weapon to destroy you
So get the fuck out my lane because you're gonna get wrecked
Weapons free, comin' down your street
You're gonna feel some real G's when we break your neck

Tusk - T.S.G.H.

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