In-Con Sequential Art
Thursday
Apr162015

Star Assassins

MC-3PO

I've plotted your demise for ages
Check out my captain's log – it's writ large on the pages
From the moment I could walk all roads led to your death
Downfall foretold like your name was Macbeth
With each breath I instigate steps in your termination
Determination, culmination of final destination
Fatal exposure to a ray of exsanguination
Eliminating you from an orbital battlestation
Or is that too easy? Let's put that one on hold
Throw down a temporal anomaly and make you grow old
Summon Odin the Esper to snicker-slice you in twain
Sing a Malkavian ballad until you're no longer sane
Remove your brain with elaborate surgery
Can't deny that the thought has occurred to me, it'd be perjury
Furiously I scribble manifesting your doom
My war room becomes the architecture building your tomb
But perhaps elaboration is just masturbatory
Cut to the chase and slit your throat at the end of the story

Star Assassin, sinful, I grin
Plotting your annihilation
Can't bring up my skill without it ending in a kill
Cold-blooded as I kick you into the big chill
Star Assassin, you lose – I win
Taking down a trumped-up has-been
Can't spell slaughter without the word laughter
I'm howling with amusement as you enter the hereafter

C0splay
 
Somehow, I don't know, but I'll kill you with bunnies
Let the ants out of the farm while you're covered in honey
Gonna hide your heart meds, then you're totally screwed
Watch your blood sugar drop as I'm eating your food
This isn't Saw; you lack a choice in this matter
Double stuff you with Twinkies, you're getting fatter and fatter
Yeah, I know I totally stole this idea from Se7en
Ding Dongs dig your grave, Bon Bon Voyage to heaven
I'll kill you with cuteness, 'cause you're allergic to kitties
Your life was rejected, voted down by committee
Your objections are noted, but are met cold and silent
For my plans for your disposal grow increasingly violent
'Cause I'll knock you unconscious, then it's time for arts and crafts
Kaleidoscope you with paints, while I'm cackling daft
Strangulation by a plushy, Care Bear stare down your throat
A singing savior wearing your Technicolor dreamcoat
It's a silence of the lambs, eat you up like a gyro
While you're burning like Rome, I'm fiddling like Nero

Star Assassin, sinful, I grin
Plotting your annihilation
Can't bring up my skill without it ending in a kill
Cold-blooded as I kick you into the big chill
Star Assassin, you lose – I win
Taking down a trumped-up has-been
Can't spell slaughter without the word laughter
I'm howling with amusement as you enter the hereafter

Doc Jek / Hyde

Yo my name is Hyde, yeah I strive for perfection
You need protection from my lyrics cause they're sure to infect ya
This is Celebrity Death Match, I'm Marilyn Manson
I'll take a chainsaw and cut your head off like Hanson
You don't wanna mess with me, you don't know me, I'm crazy
I'll gut you with these lyrics till you're pushing up daisies
I'm not Mike D, but I get respect
You heard me as Hyde, I'm worse as Doc Jek
With persistence I'll convince you I'm the calm of the storm
Evince cool like a prince and you'll succumb to my charm
The blanket of temptation will make you so warm
Think you're free from harm but you've set off my alarm
My mind flips so fast that you would never expect
That I would dare hold this lyrical blade to your neck
You gargle your words, as you cry and shout
It's too late, you're dead, cause you let the Hyde out