| Listen to the Death Rap, Metal Hiphop, start a pit
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| The most hardcore shit you ever heard, kid
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| We’ll kill you, if you ever disrespect
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| Paid mad dues, die for the rep
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| Straight from the heart, bleed from the soul
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| I’m ambitious and determined with goals
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| To murder verbally, you’ll get scarred in a battle
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| Ya suffocated to death by God’s shadow
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| Kill it!
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| Brutal, Death Rap, cuttin flesh, severed limbs, murder you, massacre,
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| the master of malevolence
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| Destiny to kill, fill ya body up with holes
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| Bullets from a shottie, aim it, pull it, gently, demented, the goal
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| Chop you into shreds, behead you, then bury you, forget you, let you rot,
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| it’s necessary take a shit up on your plot
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| Very foul, stab ya bowels up with a kitchen knife
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| Guitar triplets like a gallop
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| Cut you like a scallop in a salad
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| Destroy you, demonically, sonically, anarchy like Anakin in agony seeking
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| revenge for his family
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| Mike Smith, blast beats, grind, trife shit, rip ya tongue out with a vice-grip,
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| quick kid I’m nice with it
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| Slaughtering every fucking recording
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| I’m an out of order marauder, bucking the .44 mag at ya quarters
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| Where you be livin', givin' orders to my demons to deliver you dead or alive,
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| we’re driven by evil, the unforgiven
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| Listen to the Death Rap, Metal Hiphop, start a pit
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| The most hardcore shit you ever heard, kid
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| We’ll kill you, if you ever disrespect
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| Paid mad dues, die for the rep
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| Straight from the heart, bleed from the soul
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| I’m ambitious and determined with goals
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| To murder verbally, you’ll get scarred in a battle
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| Ya suffocated to death by God’s shadow
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| Again!
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| Second verse, gets worse
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| Left in a hearse, dead first, wrecked, your head bursts, the blood in ya neck
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| squirts
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| Pit rap, penetrate brain, generate pain, innovate, push ya shit back,
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| create the insane
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| Artistically, sadistically, statistically, realistically, pistol whip thee
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| Goregrind gangster, glorifying you dying, graphically, gripping the 4-pound
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| banger
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| Nuclear blast you
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| Gasoline light you, caste you in flames, ignite you, demean you, surpass you
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| Death is past due, harass you, fight you, faster than Mark Gastineau when I
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| chastise you
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| Improvising, lyrically mesmerizing, terrible terrorizer, enterprising
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| Like Verizon, my vocal vernacular, pokes ya jugular, like Stoker’s Dracula
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| Start a mosh pit, start beef and don’t squash it, obnoxious
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| Cold like ya frost bit, like you lost it
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| Bold, flippin' out, aggressively pushing, like wrestling
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| Mush you, you’re soft like a cushion, blood dripping out
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| Slam into each other, crammed into a club like salmon in a can, if there’s
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| drama stand with your brother
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| Stage diving in a rage live in the flesh, fights to death in a steel cage
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| surviving
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| The most demented dance ever invented, gives you a chance to vent out your pent
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| up contempt kid
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| Circle pits, wall of death, Braveheart, jerk ya fists, berserk, brawling upset,
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| rep to the graveyard
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| Peep the breakdown, headbanging, long hair hanging, short hair, bald
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| Who cares? |
| as long as you get angry
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| Metal, hardcore, punk, faster and heavier, who created it? |
| You could debate it,
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| it’s trivia |