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Damages
- Time to hit start, unplugged when the shit charged
- Full speed down the autobahn, with a lit bomb
- Kiss your own ass goodbye, here’s the lip balm
- I’m the shit and a bit raw, no mistaken for Islam
- Guess then I’m a bad guy cause I drop in like a slant eye from a past life
- Kamikaze got the bodies at the crash site
- Better watch where you step cause my hits don’t miss when I land mine
- Ticked off for the last time, I’m the bully you can’t try, you ant sized
- You wear snap backs but I crack spines
- No books, just your damn life
- Getting cooked, you’re pan fried
- In the booth you can’t rhyme
- It’s the truth, too bad, guy../
- I’m never letting off the gas but I’ll off your ass
- Awful fast, getting pressed like some waffle stacks
- I got more bars than a Wonka pack
- No talking back or I’ll slap five then you all can gasp
- That I caused a gash but you taunted, so I guess you wanted that
- I’m the King of this bitch so when I conquer lands
- You’ll know I’ll be going ape shit on some Kong attacks/
- Quick as I Gotta grab the matches
- I’m setting this bitch on fire and causing panic
- Heads spinning and all that’s happened
- Is a maniac with a hatchet and saw just Choppin’ at em
- Before they’re tossed and set ablaze like logs in a cabin
- The police are already coming, call that law of attraction
- I don’t need guns to stand off, these flames are automatic/
- Dish the shit out cause I can take it,
- I’ll make what you say distorted then rearrange it
- Leave you puzzled and scramble brained a bit
- Yeah, The damage may take a minute
- So while I wait, I’m thinking of ways I’m gonna display the shit
- Your head I mean, when I finish decapitating it
- Like a mount on the wall, there’s no mistaking it/
- Going off of the deep end, I pretend to be friends
- Just to get close enough to kill you with each step
- No need for you to breathe any further, see…
- I’m fucking evil in person, deceitful and lurking these
- Areas like a moth to a flame, I’m on a murder spree
- But killing verbally scratches that fucking urge for me
- It’s like the purge with every word that had occurred to me
- You’re like the odd one out in a heard of sheep
- Cause you didn’t make it like the rest, it’s all a blur it seems/
- Going off like a rocket into space
- But you’re the challenger, your only honor is disgrace
- got you laid out with the maggots all up in the grave
- You thought that you’d embark to something great
- But instead got ripped apart across the way/
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