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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #3,909
Peak in subgenre #2,025
Author
Vyrus
Rights
Vyrus 2004
Uploaded
September 17, 2004
Track Files
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 3:21
Story behind the song
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Lyrics
I proctrastinate and try hard to assasinate
this product...of my inner-being that facinates
me.....seeing fatal gleams seemingly
leans....towards my state
feelin like im wrapped in duck tape
aboard a boat with no escape....walkin the plank
with no air-intake I cant take it....I want disipate from fate
but worst of all I have no dank and no shank
to turn like a crank to be frank
emulate me I see you at hells gates free like norman bates
pinch me am I awake
possibly or maybe your dead and this is somthing your head invents
im strikingly different leavin a imprint stunning your bitchness
natural born leader
actual rap factual.....beat elite....lyrical breaders
who seek ‘n leak freakish fecal to anonomous readers
seeds who feed no wisdom to this oly citizen
I dont give a fuck about some critisism
a phylisophical topical head wound applied
when I...opt logical...groomed pried
presumed fried from fallacies arrived
like the theoretical nine lives.....of a cat
reclaim the havok set to atomatic....
we rain supreme beams of tactics
calibrated ‘n collaborated with facts its exact
even with nothin in-tact its just a minor set-back
weavin body parts into a hats
creapin like the reaper with a hatchet
hack your arm of latch it back with skin graphed plastic ta patch it
so accurate with flows emaculate
hoes just drop they pants like fanatics
fans facsinated like crack ‘n smack atticks
I flip scripts and rip a bitch in half with my dick
‘n tricks hips come out they sockits
money outa they pockets
turnin em on like a faucet
tageled like pasta
play with it then toss it
second verse:
I tackle masterfull songs....perhaps make a building collapse
from weilding facts where they dont belong
I make a 1/8 disipate from earths great state
be late to a date an smack the taste out the bitches face
take....her to a place, embrace....then make my load blow with grace
I dont yeild to the shit I see....I map it out stratigeicaly
I swear most rappers dont even rap
they just breach ‘n play with each-others penis’s peacefully
and gay shit like that
I do it different spit it fluid
with a habit....that quickens
what I have written is flowed with sickenin afliction
mission task one...offend ‘n leave a rapper hung
cuz an opinion....is like an ass...everyones got one son
here comes two which is flowin like voodoo
screw a few bitches right out they britches dude
three comes smoke weed, the green leaf indeed
impedes
inhances my needs....leavin my mind freed
and it naturally happens to be seriously the truth
factually the only thing settling is the booth
I fuse inclusive ruthless meddeling shit like poof
its not black magic its tactics with written
shit that wasnt invented its undistorted infringment
dimwits im imminent
stored couldnt be aborted thoughts leave impeadment
im livin it
intensafying forcefully like shock treatment in sequence
I defeat with wits ‘n fits like lynch
lets be honest thomas is monsterous bitch
vengence u’ll have me atomically bombin like the president
sentencing infectious residents
its evident you cant relinquish inevitable rechedness
my flow consequences stomp obvious pompus dudes
turn a normal guy from fly....to a retarded prude
when im through cuz its just what I do
I go ape shit murder a crip with a slit
from his feet to his dome piece....rich
blood fills and spills into the lungs quick
brain fails....you split....thats it
