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Peak #1,057
Peak in subgenre #608
Author
Xcon
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3 Glock
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November 05, 2003
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Story behind the song
Hail To The King, Baby
Lyrics
Song: Hostile Territory II
Artist: Spawn
Beat: Various Beats
Producer: Various Producers
Written: 10-09-03
Recorded: 10-18-03, 10-23-03
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*Music Starts*
[Talk]
Sinis and Pro...
what kinda diss should I make...um...
what kinda skit should I make?
Yo...YO
"Hop kangaroo Hop!!!!" (Sinis)
"Roar Dinosaur roar!!!" (Pro)
[Verse I: Xcon]
I'll shatter your life like glass test tubes
ain't gonna be no fuckin rescue
We the genuine article, ripping you to particals
Sending your metatarsals in parcels,
you couldn't kick with it even if you knew martial
Reload on your arsenal, your victory: impossible
Sinz unstoppable, its probable
you guys be labeled as fags
Bones crack like of 80-year-old hags,
stay silent like the deceased in body bags
Leaving you in ashes and rags,
you better plaster your flags of white
You can't harm cause your life's like light,
we fight with might, our rhymes are tight
So hot water ignites, extortions the game,
better abortion your brain
Distortion your sane,
you try to use wordplay from your vertebrae
But your mind doesn't know what to say,
anger snaps like my foot on your back
Your spinal cord ain't intact,
infact you're paralyzed from head to your foot
Dead from what we put, covered you in black snoot
And you shook not once but twice,
we slice you like machetes
Turn your bodies to confetti,
we giving you worse nightmares then Freddy
Better grab your teddy bear with it, tyranny of terror,
we uncanny to error
My tracks stick to your ear like wax,
you lack thee attack, you slack on the facts;
Desert storm these fags like I was Mad Max
I'm rocking these fags out like I was Jack Black
[Talk]
Jack black
Now, that was just the introduction
this right here, is the 2nd verse
Straight fire...
mic check
is this thing on? *Taps Mic*
[Verse II: Spawn]
Um...
there ain't no luck in this, you ain't rollin dice
Sinis got so desperate, he asked Cyc for advice
who then said his rhyme looked "great on paper"
Pro ain't no reaper, he's more of a grim raper
and the only thing he managed to rape was his own family
Dilophosaurus, who belongs in an ancient remains gallery
Sinis needs to go to a rapping academy,
he's so desperate to win,
he skipped Physics to come battle me
I'mma shatter his dreams but Nepzkilla almost did that
you almost dead, squeaky voice, An aussie duck that raps
oh my bad, he's ain't Aussie, he's from New Zealand
and Pro himself belongs in a fossil museum
you're more desperate then
when the Raps don't have Carter-back
you ancient artifact, I'll give you a heart attack
get a harder pack of rhymes, if you don't take this lightly
Sinis knew he lost last round so he tried to dickryde me
matter of fact, he begged Saurav for tips
well, Gaurav says 'I'mma break your ribs verbally with no scripts'
I can predict what he'll diss me on without reading his lyrics
"Spawn, your 14, your crew sucks and you got no spirit"
well can you predict what I'mma say next, dude?
fuck you too! Now HOP Kangaroo!
Roar Dinosaur! I'll rip out your vocal chords till
your throats gets soar then I make the pores closes
I'm givin' icebergs cold sores,
I'll pour some more chlorine to your spleen,
split your spine, slit your wrists
dont bitch this time,
you don't even need to pitch your voice
when you whine
you 18 and sound pre-teen,
I'm a emcee killin' machine
and did I mention
me and Xcon will now add to your tensions,
the suspense is killin'
I'm a menacin' menace in medicine
you lost all your feelins, (yo)
my rhymes kill brain cells by the million
tape these two animals on the ceilin
with the fuckin camera reelin
while their skin starts peeling
this duck starts squealing in sync
we left this dinosaur extinct
*Beat Switches*
[Verse III: Xcon]
I'll crack your cranium; I'm deadly like radioactive uranium
Stronger then titanium, faster then a krypt
