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[Verse 1: KUZGUN] Headless Vegas strippers with blood and cocaine on their asses I was spawn from rotten condoms, dropped to the earth to cause problems, faggot Dropping classics, fuck rotten Catholics, you a forgotten dramatic I got that Benz up waiting, these rappers menstruating, them niggas melodramatic Only living motherfucker that spawns dulics and makes spondulicks And makes blood and every other possible fluid start oozing I'm the official rapping aborted fetus necrophilliac You just a torn shit-eater we know's really wack That's an 10-syllable rhyme for you ignoramuses I'm simply aiming this at these lame as shit, aimless tricks Any life anyone pretends to live, I really live it too Fuck, I'm lazy, I'll just let this be a 12-bar interlude [Verse 2: Didact] My words speak for they self When you mentioning wealth You better be counting your bread Dead Prez Heads, pussies biting out it like Adam's apple Diced Pineapples, running circles round y'all Game locked like monitor bracelets round niggas ankles Got rappers in shambles, turn tables 'round Aiming, 1 eye closed, leaning back Wearing some leather sandals Example, I put trifectas in vandals craniums Playing the game wicked, 50 tickets at your local Playdium Wait, seats for 50 at your local Stadium, paining em' Spitting cursively, purposely like Desiigner brothers Motherfuckers, verse for a hearse placement, Throne vacant Taking it like jackets of niggas who lacking Can't go easy my nigga what's bracking Squad attacking your establishment Establishing kingdoms, right over top of yours Art of war, build and build and build We here to take it down and destroy Walk in your city like troy, all for the heels of the boys Something soft, 50 vicodins feeling right Higher than Houston got a problem Name's Dwight, flight attendant better land the flight 70 years too far from seeing Heaven's light Is it all for spite? Or do I really kill these artists for better nights Or for worse days I swear this pain is a substance that never goes It Never goes astray Y'all pseudo-intellectuals gotta go away [Verse 3: Murkman] I'll assault triflely and silently, like a fox, nay to Silento When blasting in the manner of going H.A.M., in a soliloquy of this solo The same way, Kanye would go ad-lib with a choir loop Of his "HAN!"'s, on BG repeat indefinitely Until all 6 intros to George's films, scroll long enough to turn you into a Romeiro Definitely, the right kind of defined criteria, of "Yeezy the type of nigga" To do that thing at a specified rate of time, not in any right-angled frame of mind The only one capable of handling, out of hand situations So, I traded my mic rapier, for a Darth Knight's light saber Fuck being flyer than any baller, fool, I don't travel around you court jesters I write and a kin to Luke, I'm a skywalker, so I don't need to be a dweller Steal my lines, I'll lop off your left hand, put to the dark side of the path A cloaked Muslim, with the sithest of intentions, alright? Transport you to the Pharcyde, with your Candy Land ass, right NOW not LATER Push my switches, be reduced to a Pomagranite, aged with the fruit face of Palpatine I'll raise gravitational hell, razing your sensory perception When using warped, concussion grenades Having a phase rifle here, is to being a pussy, with the weight of a Sabretooth tiger From these clouded heights view of a vantage point, that's my advantage Dissing this Windu of a nigga, doesn't add to yours, a disadvantage Begging for a death wish, bitch? I'll emit a scourging burst, from this Timesplitters plasma rifle The star arriving in the form, of falling planets from the galaxy's line Feel all that heat compressed in one unit, melting through you Jones clones That group dashing away to the nearest light, to flee from that darkness, if you stay, see? Black lives may not matter to you, but in science, dark matter does, proof you need? Princess Leia fighting for good, amidst the swarthiest of astral plains Yet where was Stacy, when she dashed fast enough, hoping to diminish her skin color? Anyways, I'll have your pooped flukes, of scatter-shot, noob Stormtroops Dancing in dazed circles of radiated rain, to be Duke Nuked Rest of you? Well, will have been not well resting, seeing celestial stars Viewing Star's face, while transported into a dead space Doom, trekking with no direction in a Stargate system cemetery place Earth is for those lings, who'd choose to linger, stranded on billion old terrain I'm beyond being a fire sign, born in the scorching core of Mars, mayne Which is saying, I won't squander my resources when beginning your end Ionizing these Mars Bars, to celebrity, stalwart stars, who's warring aren't up to par They're farther, after I intergalactically catapult them, instantly To the sun's solar flaring surface, by firing my armory at full capacity Immediately, ASAP ending any chance, for there to spark, and start war What problem we have of you? You hail from Houston? I don't recall your lexicon Either you from the future, or your past due your dated referential base Because, y'all warbling Auto-Tune, Wall-E tools keep imitating Tony Montana From the most South down in Cali, never spoke French, dude There's a regional boundary line, that shouldn't be crossed, you new? I don't like aliens, let alone being kind to humans, all destroyed too Cause, judging from your inflection, you sound like ATLien, shapeshifty ones Take what my subculture has, your burial area's, gravesite 51 [Verse 4: Daemonum] Can't stand commandments, sorry Lord but I broke all Ten like I detest the testaments I said my name six times, peering in the mirror and I appeared, still don't know what the lesson is Habeas Corpus and the rigors of Ex Mortis, my testimony was "Klaatu Barada Nikto" Homicide is evil to all but the dead, stiffened up when they caught me, in flagrante delicto Consulting the hoi polloi for the vox populi, my soul's on fire so I hit em' with the Third Degree Cruel and unusual punishment, brain stem wrapped in solar flares, I'm burning up those close to me Rimmed with brimstone, rawer than the god of the sun Shawshanked seven serpents with irredeemable darkness Apophis meditating in lotus, levitating in the seventh circle of hell, chakras ensconced with starkness Erebus needs a therapist, mind hazardous, kinda like nine basilisks Acrobatic Atticus with an abacus, groggy and stumbling--so you know where the addict is Herodes remains flyer than a Finch and he knows How To Flip the Mockingbird to you pacifists Cadence coming harder than meeting a Gorgon's gaze Bludgeoned by the back of a blunderbuss and bathed in the blaze I'm about as one-track-minded as a Mobius Strip Harpooned her man like I was straight out of Moby Dick My flintlock-jaw and spoken steel spheres ignite contingencies of Philistines Psychological simulacrum of my grotesque proclivities Got a penchant for bagging mementos, kept her pendant and a bag of ten toes Striding through Ravenholm, tonguing these Deer Haunter distorted demons Lambda on the amalgam alpha, radiating The Evil Within my mental beacons Headcrabs and sprouters, Time to Split, hoping your future's perfect, not redeeming Hooked appendages and barbed wire wrapped crowbars, combine mind stems for the citadel's deacons Dedicated to the premeditated, heavily medicated You don't know what I am, with a Bic pen--that's the contaminate Iambic pentameter, dipping the fountain pen in a pool of my blood More murders than a flock of crows Heroes disgust me, along with every deuce he throws Put the turpitude to the paper, leave homicide to the prose Felt a devil's god inside, gutter for a grave, and that's without a rose Similarly, my symphony of sinful similes, symbolize my sickening strife for sophrosyne Sipping some Chardonnay while I somaticize, saturnine and seeking to slaughter a new dream Brainpan dripping with venom and the art's in the arsenic Prideful of penning this hellfire, am I a writer or an arsonist? It's all ashes to ashes—and after; I practice happiness—like I'm a pyro-narcissist Ones and Zeros coalesce in the death row echelon formation The dark saint paints the portrait of an enslaved encephalon's damnation Apothecaries carry the carrion of the seraphim Voluminous miasmas echo the haunted prayer hymns Skulking ghoul, wandering the shadows of Golgotha, sipping Propofol American Gothic prophet, tailed by an angry mob, pitchfork and all Bury and quarantine your dead, wrapping up the plagued is the protocol Literary lantern lit leprosy, coughing up blackness from my soul Ragged quill spilling illness, pathologically transcribed to the vellum whole The denouement of Babylon's pantheon, keep speaking your antiphons Woebegone Athenians ramble on when I impinge upon the deities in the Parthenon Untethered plane movement, an interplanetary transcendental phenomenon A cosmic pantechnicon, light-years of breakneck on a cross-dimensional autobahn Necrotic automaton, practically a hellbound son of Gilgamesh Necronomicon, spastically scribed in blood and bound in flesh Love to compute the arithmetic of witchcraft like HP and Buckland completed the rest— In pieces, your epitaph's gravely set in stone, bitch