Micolash, Host of the Nightmare (
grantuseyes) wrote in
nc_ooc2017-08-11 04:32 am
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MATCHING CHARACTERS TO SONGS: I DO THAT
Hey kids, let's play a game where you post with your character(s) and you give me some basic ideas of their key attributes, narrative theme, personality/physical traits, species, etc. And I will FOR SURE link you to a song that matches your dude
I am super good at this.
Feel free to throw out song ideas of your own at others!
BONUS ROUND: if you post now you will catch me while i am fucking ripped on kief and my powers are manifested a 1000 fold
I'm sober now.
Also, swapping spotify accounts should happen too
I am super good at this.
Feel free to throw out song ideas of your own at others!
I'm sober now.
Also, swapping spotify accounts should happen too

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I've got to hand it to you
You've played by all the same rules
It takes the truth to fool me
And now you've made me angry
I can't decide
Whether you should live or die
Oh, you'll probably go to heaven
Please don't hang your head and cry
No wonder why
My heart feels dead inside
It's cold and hard and petrified
Lock the doors and close the blinds
We're going for a ride
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Erotic by Tasha & Ganksta N-I-P https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gXNY4rCPJMo
Oh yeah, you and your three friends can come play with me tonight
And you and your three friends can come pay with me tonight
You know what I'm sayin?
Big Syke, you know what I'm talkin' about.
Erotic, exotic, and a little psychotic.
Picture a room where a con lives, it's dark inside
Newspaper clippin's on the wall, from vics that died
Blood everywhere, you can tell the psycho went through
He had darts in their faces up to number fifty two
Psycho Uh, stalkin' n*ggas, butcher knives stays handy
He would sit inside the park, and laugh and give kids candy
They say he was weird, but the bodies he killed
He always scratched off the names of the people he killed
Real slow, pysch torture style, pass me the scissors
And cut off microscopic pieces like a mirror
Terror screams, let me know the spinal was crumbled
By the gestures they made and the words that they mumbled
Maybe I can slice a throat when I'm ready
It takes practice, training to keep a nail gun steady
You should yell when it clicks, 'cause blood finna seep
And bring a hundred thousand mourners and children to weep.
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GLAD YOU LIKED IT even though I know it's not the uhhh most palatable track laffo