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I'll snatch rap snap it and give it back
Watch the clock as it ticks and tocks from the stocks as I pick the locks to hip hop I lose plots as the hearing shocks now I can see the fright on fuckin faces drop
My cage door is broke I gotta go cos I've no time for spoken wars to stroke egos
I'm pouring fuel on the floors and fuckin walls and more to go
So the crows will even choke on the smoke when I blow
I'll never show you all my soul set in stone I'm unknown
And I'm the bastards own bastion master dethroned
An I'm a lone cyclone I'm throwing homes like a wrecking ball deformed I'm snapping bones taking falls
I'm a see em off like a behemoth cut em off at source and of course with force fuckin tee em off
I compress the fresh mould to test the threshold and leave the rest cold your best hold to those who've foretold
It's only natural to reel in jealousy so when I'm in action man I can feel the heresy
Only stakes burning returning I insist on hurting the vermin that twisted me in the curtain
There's a clause
You sign at the close of the doors
No applause in the house of frauds
Razorrawks
Give me five minutes to look alive committed to fuckin die just look in my fuckin eyes
I kind of like this style of genocide I smile all while hostile I'm leaving no man alive with pride
I'm sick of sinking or swimming a hollow life you bring in a flicking wing and I'm thinking I'm gonna fly
I tried to open advice with pocket knives just think of the prize twice instead of the price
I'll scar the floor with metaphors in threes so freeze geez I'll bring you to your knees diseased I'm obese a piece I feast on chalk and cheese
With a yeast infection and a greased erection please
Bring a priest from a long line deceased the wrong time released a tongue tied decreed beast
Am I fake in being told I can't I can't talk "you wanna spit fire? No chance you've no hope!"
You're right cos I'm shit at what they call rap that's generic as Derek so I buried the epitaph
In response to nonsense correspondence entrepreneurings one like dropping atomic bombs its on
You get me going like leading a fucker on its wrong you crossed a line defining one of my songs
play along, sing along
But in a crowd your so loud like a mushroom cloud that pow wows