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If I Can't Freestyle
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Just wanted to drop something to show everyone I'm still dropping shit and I'm still that sick fucker!
whirlwind eminem hardcore
Violent rap with a message.
Hip Hop is in the need of something new, but in order to become stronger it needs to be destroyed. Wh1Rlwind will destroy and rebuild.
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Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
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Peak #5,671
Peak in subgenre #867
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June 29, 2003
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MP3 1.7 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
For yer info, to kill me's gon' be a towering task// I'll rip ya fuckin face off and use it as a halloween mask// I treat these kids like sluts, rape em and leave em// Hide yer shoes for I fuckin take em when I see em// Attack funeral guests wit grenades while they grievin// My gauge's blows to yer chest could be mistaken for breathin// Slash ya chest wit a rusted blade till yer bleeding so much you'd fill a lake till its teeming// All I do is try to control my psychosis and light roaches// Tried uppin the medication to 5 doses to make the right choses// Choices! Pass a pill, aspirin will, cause me to grasp heat often// Woke up in a black bleeding coffin when I was last sleep walking// Last mother fucker that tested me, I stabbed his face-in// Made a pact with Satan, with black candles graspin snakeskins// Like Dr. Kevorkian attacking patients, mass abrasions wearing a hockey mask like Jason's// Splashed with sheep blood, raping virgins with a knife// With this axe in my hands I'm the judge, and yer not deserving of a life// Open my mouth in the sky when acid rain-pours// and pop my fucking eyes out like cham-pagne-corks// When you see me ripping apart my face, of course it's a clue// That's not a cap on my teeth bitch, that's corpse residue// Im animalistic, a tad cannibalistic, not really understandable is it?// Bloodier than a Hannibal visit, throw a match at yer face covered in non-flammable lipstick// I'm listening to the voices in my head and do what I heard-em-say// Twist yer head till it'll turn-away from the rest of your vertebrae// I'm sick enough to murder-AIDs// Twist yer body into perverted shapes to further state// My insanity, never glance-at-me, or I'll have you running frantically// Sickness has been infected in my system// Like a zombie ripping apart another victim// This ain't natural, having a hunger for adam's apples// Cut the body wit rusted scapels at the nearest chapal// Satan's flames flicker, my ears hearing the opening of body bag zippers// Sipping on cheap liquor, seeing demons and goblins// My life's haunted, and its full of fucking problems// But I understand everyone's got em//
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