battle round 1 horrorcore against sewage
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Lyrics
o shit, you're like a lamb prepared for a slaughter
cuz you couldn't bless a track, if you drunk holy water
so you tried sewage, that's why your rap's garbage
and that's why your music only arms shit
you ain't no contest, you're as dangerous as a toothless beast
you wanted to confess, but only found a preest
you've been Fallen on your nose, cuz no contract comes through
had the pretty bad experience, even your friends don't want you (fuck you)
your cold evil cursin flow
don't even amaze at the old people nursin home
I spill your milt, let it run through a mill
transform it to pills, crumble em and disperse em in the hills
and still you couldn't milk-bone the cows, even if you a milkbone
since music needs you like Roseanne some silicone
your hex like silly tones, and cypress hill topics
you hill billy clone, so fat, you have to fake your own optics
you only watch the mirror, if the room's noctic
I can imagine ya ass, some drug addict lookin gothic
you're like a lambkin, I put a napkin in your throat
break ya legs to fit the transport way as export over a boat
while my lyrical strikin power is equal to Muhammad Ali's
are you fightin hours to punch down a fuckin dummy
you rap like a stoned zombie, battlin you makes my day sunny
since your skill's poorer than the income of a Pakistani
16 smash bars,
wit the power of a monster truck and you're a crash car
you'll splash saliva and your head's be seperated by your jaw
stop to rap, start to smoke becuz your lyrics are fulla flaws
now better believe, while ya fucks spittin bout graveyards
cuz after this bombastic lyrics exploded, you'll only see stars
becuz all you can smoke, is a hollow gramme
you think you're high, cuz an austrian wit such strong skills must be a hologram
