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Homicidal is a 1961 thriller film produced and directed by the self-proclaimed "King of Showmanship", William Castle. Written by Robb White, the film stars Glenn Corbett, Patricia Breslin, Eugenie Leontovich, Alan Bunce, Richard Rust, and Joan Marshall (billed as Jean Arless). It was released with a "fright break" that allowed patrons to receive a refund if they were too scared to stay for the climax of the film.
A mysterious attractive blonde (Arless), an elderly family nurse who uses a wheelchair and is unable to speak (Leontovich), and a soon to be 21-year-old family heir all share an isolated brooding mansion where many unseemly events occur.
As with most of his films William Castle spoke directly to the audience in a prologue similar to those Alfred Hitchcock used for his then popular TV show. William Castle told the audience:
After fifteen years directing a string of B movies for Columbia, Universal, and Monogram, William Castle mortgaged his house and formed "William Castle Productions" in 1958. His first release Macabre, was a modest thriller. To draw attention to the film, he offered every audience member a $1,000 life insurance policy from Lloyd's of London against death by fright during the film. Castle promoted the film with TV commercials and previews that focused more on the life insurance policy than the film. The public bought it and the film was a financial if not critical success. William Castle added a gimmick to most of his films over the next ten years.
Patrick Lanshaw (born October 6, 1982), better known by his stage name Lil Wyte, is an American rapper from Memphis, Tennessee. He is a member of the rap collective Hypnotize Minds and owner of the independent label Wyte Music.
Lil Wyte discovered his rapping talent at the age of nine, as he could rap Sir Mix-a-Lot's entire song "Baby Got Back" completely. He participated in freestyle battles at high school when he was in ninth grade. Lanshaw rapped with his friend "Lil Black", who inspired him to use a pseudonym Lil Wyte and write songs instead of freestyling.
Lanshaw dropped out of high school twice due to truancy. After the third time of dropping out, he went to a different school and eventually earned his high school diploma.
Lil Wyte was part of an all-white hip hop group, the Shelby Forest Click. Subsequently, the group's home-made demo tapes came to the attention of Three 6 Mafia. Juicy J and DJ Paul (one song in particular is said to have gotten him signed with a song titled Memphiz Playaz.) signed the rapper and worked later with his debut album.
Maniac
the name is Swift
Homicidal the title, to take a life as a gift
Cold crush, rhyme, rhyme, lady, scratch, and even music maker
Bounce an' MC on the court like a ball player
Proven by the lyrics on the mike as I extend the cut
Making music, as the girls move and shale their butts
Suckers with the heart, try to battle even cheat me
They can't compete, nor they defeat, or even beat me
With the silly dictionary rhymes they spond
When the mike catches fire, it will melt and bend
Then I'll use the court as a whip, as I teach this lesson
I'll whipe the knowledga in your head, so you can't stop guessing
Who's the best MC upon the MIC, SWIFT
Executed lyrics by me, will leave you violated
Make your body get the shiversq, eyes dilated
Suckers perpetrate, and try to dis me
That's why the suckers watching me like TV
Survival of the fittest, is very vital
Got my weapon on auto, boy, I'm homicidal
Dangerous, mike packing and I'll
My peotry is my ammo, and it's ready to kill
I'll put your head out with a quickness if we battle you know
I'll make you wish you were in prison, sitting on death row
Chrome plated, highly polished, and I'm running the joint
I penetrate, like a hollow point
Homicidal, is what I feel in my mind
I have 100 ways to kill you while I'm saying this rhyme
Perpetrators, can't even compare to this
I cock the hammer, pull the trigger and dis
Sucker MCs biting rhymes like these
I'll point my weapon in your face and then I'll start to squeeze
Your mind get's nervous, your face is cold sweating
Beacuse a butt-kickings, what you're getting
I lived a rough life from kid to a man
When I think of things I've done I say "Damn!"
What's the deal, you know it's real
Always feeling illy ill, my mind just says kill
I'm never wrong, then again I'm not right ya'll
Menace I'm homicidal
Swift the name, dissin' MCs the game,
To dis a sucker MC is the claim of my fame
I like to grabthem by the face, punching them in the neck
Burning up their stale rhymes, 'till they give me respect
Cold destruction is a code, causing rapper's commotion
Setting world on fire like a TNT explosion
Rhyme, not a song, I neither sang nor I sung
I can cut a man to shreds, or break a tree with my tongue
Got my face on a poster, wanted dead or alive
Reward tall "duckies" four thousand or five
If you want to take the "duckies" wish yourself a good luck
'cause I kill in cold bood and I don't give a fuck
Come along or bring your posse, play brave and the bold
I'll be rocking, cold shocking, 'till I'm 80 years old
Proud and I'm black, giving squeezers no slack
I'm even deadlier then PCP caine and crack
I'm the mercenary, killing punks at will
I hate it when the brothers are acting I'll
It's time to get busy, and fight ya'll