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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #936
Peak in subgenre #143
Author
N Sane
Uploaded
February 05, 2005
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MP3 3.2 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
(Verse 1)
Follow me, I'll leave ya lost, deceive ya source
Release me Lord, let the peace be war, the least be more
I decease fraud, if it bleeds it pours,
I seize all forms, I got a greasy sword
From stabbin these thugs, I have a habit of such
I'm saltin these slugs, wit the most rappidest rush
Match my poems with my madness, the rappin is rough
Snatch the globe off the axis with one grab and a clutch
Replace it with my head, eyes red, bloodshot
Not even tastin what I'm fed, just waitin wit a gun cocked
My thumbs locked on one spot and will be til the sun rots
When it comes drops, when all your little fun stops
My presence alone, enough to make you stun, shocked
I'll step in your home and follow as you run blocks
You think you're gonna make it? Psh, not at all
The streets will cave in and fuckin form a wall
(Chorus)
Anti-Christ, can or can't I slice
Perform a mantis swipe with the hand I write
Never a man I bite, if I bite you it's to eat you
Never fantisize, you not real, you realistic, I don't believe you
(Verse 2)
Death awaits in the depts, I turned a deaf ear to who cried and wept
And those who lied for no reason, I'll never forget
I wanna make them piss themselves and bleed, I wanna make them see
Strike with enough force I'll convince them, I'll make them believe
They will worship me, the courtships sentence them to the penalty
But I'll paragraph them to a aftermath you would never see
In your wildest nightmares and dreams, my style is fright and fear in a scene
Ties tear from the greed, eyes tear from the gleam
They flooded my paths, bloodied my baths, studied my acts
I huddled wit an axe, fury flows back in a puddle of black
The struggle is subtle sunk in the psyche of the befuddled
The scoundrels are bundled in a tunnel, I chuckle as I'm pummeled
With this strangulation, fingertips are magnetic with your pulsation
And this sensation gets bigger wit hacked heads and the skulls pacin
I will make you face it, backwards in a lone basement
With faceprints poppin out of every location
(Chorus)
(Verse 3)
I gotta get it, spill a lot of unleaded fluid
It's my nourishment, you'll be beheaded when I spew it
I'm like them, a product of somethin, project, projected influence
Once the evil and the tune twists you'll be the most gangsta confused bitch
Fuck credit with music, I'm earnin credentials in hell
Thruought your resedential is nothing but residue and a smell
It was indescribable, no one to rescue you
From indescent scribe, you're on a stretcher, with connected tubes
Vedgetable, become a side dish, once you collide with
The knife's swish to slice bits off ya eyelids
Get wet up you dry bitch, you'll scream in a high pitch
Tell me, when you can die slow, then why quick?
Fuck sayin incisions, what I'ma do you'll never know
I ain't playin wit this shit, I'm speakin specific and general
I admit though, it's viscious bein this terrible
I'm under suspicion for bein the Devil yo
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