Story Behind the Song
it was written out of anger!
Lyrics
i pump this lethal dose in a main artery i slaughter these mc's who test me! step into the chamber of death you'll gasp for breath god bless the stench of seasoned burning flesh! my conquest is to eliminate the best drop my mic to the ground and say fuck all the rest! my diabolical plot to rock is 15,000 volts of electricity, dont be shocked! with the eyes of cyclops i blaze you deface your face with fase but thats faze two. organized surprise set to be vocalized with a unique design, top of the line rhymes that stay diesel and fit you make your move and ill counter it. its a unique formulated attack to shed blood, the second coming of humanity dying in floods decapatation and boiling skin pussing and bubbling your dead to the world flatline like kiepher sutherland. you punks jump up to get your brain blown the fuck up, c4 explosive wars are speaking wars. death by a 1,000 cuts covered in gauze adds 40 more hours of pain to the unfortunate blood loss, mummified, living, human, scab, stab to the adams app. where the fuck are your peoples at?
average thoughts for a faceless wonder, reserected by the sounds of the failures from way down under the catacombs of a carcus that once had a name due to the fictitous sounds of fortune and fame now when the empire strikes it will finally mean something, a new form of hip-hop with some motherfucking substance. and to all the no-brainers who just cant comprehend just sit there and look stupid and like most of your life pretend. you rhyming chameleon homo thugs change like scenery, fuck you, your corner, your crack, and your greenery! cause 90% of the time your just selling nicks and dimes of some supposed red line, so my design is called apon to come into play to set up my presentation of the words i display and to all the hateration thats spreading across the nation im gonna rain on you like acid in supreme devistation! its a clarification of light at the end of the tunnel processed brain waves, beatdowns, minus the muscle. exit your calculation, triumph, let me interject! just look in the mirror and tell me what the fuck it reflects!!!
just look in the mirror and tell me what the fuck it reflects!!!
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