Hamlet's Rap (in 3/4 time)

Verse 1

Brother tried to shut my ride

Trifle is what he said

Toy in blood, said I lied

He wished the romance dead

Weigh the cost, your honour lost

Lose your heart, your bed

Desire will kill with one shot

Fear dear sis he said.                          (No More)

Now you dread, reps are smear’d

No hat upon my head

Hell-boy now, see us here

You laying on the bed

Blood all round, children live

You roast my wrath instead

Our parents gone we share this cheer

Take arms and meet the dead.               (No More)

Chorus (female)

How should I true love know?

Dead and gone, still a maid

Up he rose, with no clothes

By cock he is to blame.

Promised me rings of gold

Young men they lie for shame

Words be breath, breath be bold

My lust bleeds through my pain.

No More

Verse 2

Sleep in death, dreams may come

When shuffling off this world

Whips and scorn the fair doth strum

I did so love you. Word!

Don’t believe when I speak

“I love you not” I hurl

Why would you breed to cheat?

An arrant knave I churl.                         (No More)

Play the fool in my house

I give a plague, the price

Chaste as ice, pure as louse

The payment comes up thrice

Monsters mate while passion burns

My madness will suffice

Wed you not on my return

Though bleeding love entice.                  (No More)

Chorus

Verse 3

Mother smiles, father gone

Mischief plays the devil

Poison laughs, deed is done

Puppet strings are evil

Start murder, cry revenge

Hell breathes out dry weavils

Drink hot blood, reprehend

I will be cruel and revel                            (No More)

Daggers speak using none

Incest’ous fun ‘tween legs

Death becomes your wicked tongue

Our bloody deeds leave dregs

Wretched fool wring your heart

As falseness rots your weds

Claim your fire at the start 

Stewed your own misteps.                      (No More)

Chorus

Verse 4

Heat and flame, ulc’rous place

Corruption lies inbred

Infects unseen ev’ry face

Confess or you’ll be dead

Repent the past, do it now

Avoid what lies ahead

Assume virtue somehow

I must be cruel, blood red.                       (No More)

Bad begins, worse remains

Wanton cheeks show your mouse

Break your neck, use your brains

I cannot trust this house

Trust, it wears adders fangs

My own petard is hoist

Lugging guts, bodies hang

Our future’s no rejoice                             (No More)

Chorus

Coda

Loved you mum. I’m your son

You left dad when he died

To bro’s bed you did run

This sin you cannot hide

Lia dear, your chasteness fast

Can no more you rely

And your dad too is past

It’s time for you to die.

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