| I’m a fuckin' beast, a disgustin' freak rapin' nuns and priests
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| Cause I’ve been violent since the day that I discovered peace
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| Never nothin' sweat, I murder snares and leave the drums deceased
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| My pen can rupture sheets, stab a song, and acupuncture beats
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| You’re more then desperate, I forced the weapon in your direction
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| The forks embedded in your intestines your scorched and breathless
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| Now you’re stored and kept in my basement cellar that’s corpse infested
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| Born relentless experimentin' with different torture methods
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| I was rhymin' and makin' features while you were chasin' divas
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| I’m a rapper and great achiever, you can’t relate to either
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| A sacred preacher, I’ll take a cleaver and slice your facial features
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| Claimin' that you sick when you pussies couldn’t even break a fever
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| I don’t give a fuck about new cars and big chains
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| You can go to hell with your smooth talk and bitch claims
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| You should’ve known by now that my true bars inflict pain
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| I bring terror to beats when I drool sparks and spit flames
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| My words are wise, I rap hard, my flow is turnin' tides
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| You’ll burn alive I sip liquor and like my Bourbon dry
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| I spit a verse of mine on the stage with the curtains wide
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| So quit sayin' that you gon' murder guys, you wouldn’t hurt a fly
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| I keep the rhythm the way I kill it should be forbidden
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| The demon’s risen, I’m lawless and don’t believe religion
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| You’ll be a victim when I stab creatin' deep incisions
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| So get familiar with fish because you gon' be sleepin' with um
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| This is Hip Hop, fitted hats and baggy jeans
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| This is hardcore, sippin' jack and passin' weed
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| This is head nod music, where the purple at?
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| Faggots better put their purses back this is Murder Rap
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| I’m the main attraction, your brains are bashed in until it stains the napkin
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| I’m bringin' what the game is lackin' this is dangerous rappin'
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| Your shameless passion’s pathetic I can’t refrain from laughin'
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| If I hear a track I’m takin' action, I’m a trained assassin
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| I’m in the booth with machetes, razors, and Tommy guns
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| I only rap over heavy base and atomic drums
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| A verse of mine could leave the optics in your sockets numb
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| We’re all born with original sin so why should I stop at one
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| My lyrical ways causin' miserable fates
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| My criminal traits intimidate political snakes
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| So now I’m puffin' on the kush until my visuals fade
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| And takin' rap to put it back in its original state
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| I got a beat obsession which motivates me to write and seek progression
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| I spit key conceptions to release you from your deep depression
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| It’s cause of rap that I don’t need a weapon to release aggression
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| I bleed in heaven, I box with God, and I dream inception
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| I keep it comin' cause I know you fans in need of substance
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| Your speakers bumpin' from my vocals and obscene production
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| Bang the repercussions till you suffer from a beat concussion
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| You know sleep faggot? |
| Yeah well you about to meet his cousin
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| This is Hip Hop, fitted hats and baggy jeans
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| This is hardcore, sippin' jack and passin' weed
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| This is head nod music, where the purple at?
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| Faggots better put their purses back this is Murder Rap |