The coming (Ft. Moschops, Dr Syntax, Skrein)

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The coming (Ft. Moschops, Dr Syntax, Skrein)

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[Verse 1: Orifice Vulgatron] I walk street like a corrupt cop It's the br'er with no undergarms lurking at your bus stop More blood on my hands than a fan of a glue tux boss Like Chuck Ross, even slaughter youngins in their tuck shops [Verse 2] Thought I was a lunchbox full of urine samples Sell Donna's mouthwash mixed with chlorine and gargled Pour a glassful, it's surely harmful Fall in the sharp pool, a morning is awesomely carnal [Verse 3: Metropolis] Sniffing in the wind how we dumbfounds The masterful dastardly bastardful bloodhound Another corpse found with no brain Clear out now or leave dead on a ghost train [Verse 4: Dr Syntax] Yo, my splinter leaves protruding features sore Like xenomorphs using teeth to gnaw human cerebral cores You should keep your doors reinforced Root for peace, not war, we're ruthless voodoo demon lords [Interlude] Off with his head Off with his head Off with his head Off with his head [Verse 5: Orifice Vulgatron] It's the candid camera open wound tomb raider Moonshine tool maker, cool minded womb breaker Grindstone philistine, kryptonite sicky twister Even heard it from your missus - I'm the bigger mister [Verse 6: Metropolis] Demon with the twin horns, walks on horse hooves Lives scorn, talks to cause truth when his lips move Forced to walk north, the Warsaw brought forth Before court, on all-fours, he stalks thoughts [Verse 7: Orifice Vulgatron] Yo, torture cell architect, festered soul protocol Blistered face archetype, pro to chose to throw the ball Mic shaft bone crasher, spine shank epigram I'm a saint, sacrifice black sheep to feed the lamb [Verse 8: Dr Syntax] Yo, it's the Beggar fam, wretches with extended hands Fencing acts till we're repressed with denture clamps I smell a rancid rodent when heads are lacking focus We step to foes like we're pepped with magic potions [Verse 9: Metropolis] Oh, scarred soul goes for the part's throat The horse with the cold grass, toe skin on charred coal Hm, I'm a dark soul, kid Not the kinda guy she wanna take a march stroll with [Verse 10: Orifice Vulgatron] Yo, yo, witchcraft like a phone up upon a rapscallion Trap 'em at the wrath of Hades and black stallion I'm axe-carryin', fecal, be emaciated If you people like force bored amongst this eediat [Verse 11: Metropolis] Yo, it's the teller bro, Beggar blow dressed in the weathered leather coat As I step along, stroll on the metronome Armed with a megaphone, citizen of Terradome It's the seven-head horse, man, that axe-swinger [Verse 12: Dr Syntax] Yo, this beat was made on Cerebro hooked up to a machine for chemo With sixteen dream bros Last time we turned it on the PC screen broke Releasing heat till we could see when steam rose [Chorus] If he raps like a fassyho' Off with his head! If he steps on your new crep Off with his head! If he tries to grab the mic, blud Off with his head! If he steps into the cypher den Off with his head! Off with his new shoes then Off with his head! If he's out to get dented Off with his head! 'Ave it off with his gash then Off with his head! (Uh, urm) Fuck it! Off with his head [Verse 13: Metropolis] It's the grand wizard (Grand wizard) Eccentric recluse with the hand scissors (Hand scissors) Inherently putrid, the damn lizard Who plans to rid of you all with a cancerous spam blizzard [Verse 14] Hell-spawn horn strike, buckle up for the war Ride, see the tour sites filling you with pure fright Raw spike for a fraud type holding on a shawl My everything is anything all right [Verse 15: Orifice Vulgatron] (Noo) He's got my face in the vice grip Staples and spiked knives rip through your eyes quick (Noo) I take your life quicker than five blips Bee-bee-bee-bee-bee-beep! Shit, the knife slipped [Verse 16] It's that yellow bastard, venom hearted I'm the demon headmaster when he's not wearing glasses Everyone'll get enchanted, heads are targets Once it's underway, they'll be wishing it never started [Verse 17: Skrein] I merk a rapper, murder rappers Boy a rapper, toy a rapper Smack a rapper, jack a rapper Jack the Ripper Naff is sicker than your average spitter I made him cack his knickers, fuckin' fassy bitches Off with his head like Anne Boleyn Fuck a rapper blud, yeah I wanna strangle him Find the highest bridge, fuck him up and dangle him By his laces, chuck him off and crap on him [Chorus] If he raps like a fassyho' Off with his head! If he steps on your new crep Off with his head! If he tries to grab the mic, blud Off with his head! If he steps into the cypher den Off with his head! Off with his new shoes then Off with his head! If he's out to get dented Off with his head! 'Ave it off with his gash then Off with his head! (Uh, urm) Fuck it! Off with his head

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