Yo Yo Yo!
Word up to ma homies on the Eastside.... Westside.... Darkside....
This is Goth, why the wrath, of your attitude?
So I wear black, why the flack?
Don't ya know it's made a comeback?
I've got the cure, now I'm down, wit da hip hop discipline,
Chillin' in ma coffin, face like porcelain,
Vamp bitches in ma Bima, thick black eyeliner,
Cruisin' round da tombstones, seeing all da hoodie clones.
Little trendy Mansonites, Townies just up for a fight.
Labels to define us, causing narrow-mindedness.
Skateboards and fashion, lacking gothic passion.
Velvet, lace, leather, PVC,
What's wrong with being freaky?
While I look like Dracula, rap shit spectacular,
Brandon Lee Crow-like. So watch my flow-like.
I'm a Sister of Mercy,
Don't mean no controversy,
Maybe it's just jealousy, of our freedom of expression,
Ain't no sign of depression,
Don't need no rope to hang,
Just doin' ma dope thang.
I ain't suicidal, just a dark rap idol.
We're a new model army on a mission.
We ain't no exhibition,
Dog collar and crucifix,
Sick of music politics.
So before ya diss da Gothic Crew, think how ya want us to treat you.
Edit: I wrote this years ago and didn't know it was still floating about before I saw it appear on blogs. Don't worry, it's meant as a joke and I have no plans to assault anyones ears by actually rapping for real! DemonicaB 2006
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