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DarK WulF a dark twisted mix of horror core hyphy hip hop jus straight rappin grindin makin beats tryin to fly kinda goth kinda thug kinda waky kinda mental im
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no clue been rappin an speedin an screemin for many years remembered some slipknot tracks know tech n9ne is a slipknot fan and just got inspired to try this one its pretty cool tho enjoy
Lyrics
since you never gave a fuck in the first place im guessin its time i made the haters burn cuz if they insist upon keepin me down im comin to call my passive ressistance no more like the red lanterns call ill burn you allcuz d double be up
on the dubble bringin the double trouble erupting leaving nuthin but rubble call me vesuvious with the rage of the god vulcan im a vulcano that yall be stalkin im rippin off
at my yap comin like smack, slap, bang, zap, like batman
comics, chronic killin all these mutha fuckas makin teabags wit no hands just slappin you all wit my balls an ignitethe flames an remain the sickest fuck im down on my luck in this fuckin rut slut an cunt guess what imo rail it in ya butt
while im honking these rails on the track lie back now
muther fucker just say goodnite cuz im comin an im dumin an i guess its time to stop slummin on it call em out on they bull shit i know im different an im strange an i said fuck it
im hypered when im nuttin, an im nuttin it on this track cuz im out my peanut lick my salty balls muther fucker im on it god damn it an imma be laughin its tragic im a maniak on the beet leavin you nuthin but excrament feculant muther fuckers im petulant bitch
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i see the haters talkin cheap
kneel down an crown the clowned prince king
im lashin out an raise the scean
its time to rise an make them bleed
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think me weak an meek but im eager to rip into ya fuckin fleash an just eat it im pleased to meat you an guess what dark wulf just defacated you cuz you hated on it but hol up im gettin away from my self here see im evil minded
im on the rhymes but inside i cry my heart is full of halos an spices an sweets but im dark an my vilonet nature whants to be free im steady raisen herbs to the earth instead of cities since birth im ice cold over 30 years old
666 years grown cold i gotta stay blown when i arrived there was an ice storm blowin snow the earth tol ya the wolf had come then i grew an festered in a darkend pit inside me it wasnt my thing the force enticed me after
it engulfed me unexpectedly an encroached me im a halo an im hollow im loko i smoke em like blunts an i envoked them the demons came to be just cuz i existed i admit that im cursed an you know it but i kill it so hard on the course
when i dawn the black horse this shits apocalypse an i got this fist gripted tight on the game im not playin gota lock it down with a chain my strings is tied im insain to like a lion my main hangs the beats bang i became a whole gang
(Chorus)
i see the haters talkin cheap
kneel down an crown the clowned prince king
im lashin out an raise the scean
its time to rise an make them bleed
(Chorus)
lemme blow anthotha blunt an come back on the attack here i strike back gotta get it like that on tha mutha fuckin track lay down the smack get it right light stacks racked up see you never get it back d double took it an vanished ya
ass be ghost an we got it blown when im rollin an flowin goin harder ya ever knowin cuz im rolled an twisted like a blunt im full of waky kinks an quirks so i step up continue to spit bizerk an go on the lurk i worship the moonlight and
howl like a wolf guess that means im lunatic you step into my dimensia an realize im comin wit lunacy an ya entoumed ya see cuz ya tried ta play me punk ass muther fucker stupid cocksucker what ya scared of me now ya
should be cuz im fucked up wit dis f bomb fired up liftin off bustin blastin viscious fashion cannon shot on the track an i slang this sickness like the horsemen of Pestilence an i guess im a pessamist robbin banks wit my bandanas on
backwords like a shotty i rack words, get this money up stack words i be commin up an, yea i jack perps yo crew gon be posted up in a mauseliem these bitches be playin an i'm abouta beat em these hateaz be hatein an imma eat em
(Chorus)
i see the haters talkin cheap
kneel down an crown the clowned prince king
im lashin out an raise the scean
its time to ris
