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  1. [i wield the baton that cracks skulls into symphonies](transforming violence into high art)
  2. [your whole crew just offkey backup singers to me](lackeys harmonizing with my dominance)
  3. [the strings in my hands aint attached to no fiddle](puppeteering without visible threads)
  4. [i make snare drums jump like they scared of the sticks](percussion obeys my intimidation)
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  6. [your flows staccato while mines legato crime](choppy delivery vs my smooth felony)
  7. [the brass sections bullets when i point to shoot](instrumentation as artillery)
  8. [your verse was a rest in my grand composition](your existence as silent pauses)
  9. [the metronomes ticking matches my hearts condition](mechanical precision in my pulse)
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  11. [i conduct riots where the mob moves in triplets](civil unrest following my 3/4 time)
  12. [your dissents just grace notes under my dictatorship](rebellion as decorative flourishes)
  13. [the woodwinds are wheezing your last breaths in tune](dying gasps as musical elements)
  14. [your death rattles pitch perfect, shame its your swan song](final sounds fitting my arrangement)
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  16. [the timpanis trembling like whores in church](sacrilegious percussion imagery)
  17. [your girls vibratos the best part of your worth](her vocal cords outvalue your existence)
  18. [the choirs all weeping but its just my warmup](professional grief as preliminary)
  19. [your lifes fermata got cut short by my downbeat](paused existence abruptly ended)
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  21. [i strung your spine up as new cello strings](anatomy repurposed as musical tools)
  22. [your ribs play xylophone when the cops come knocking](interrogation as percussion)
  23. [your teeth make perfect ivory for my new keys](dental theft for superior melody)
  24. [your tendons are harp strings that play suicide notes](bodily destruction as art)
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  26. [your skulls the resonator for my darkest chords](cranial cavity as sound chamber)
  27. [your screams sustain longer than my pedal tone](agony outlasting musical foundations)
  28. [your bloods the rosin for my bows next stroke](vital fluids as artistic lubricant)
  29. [your last words were "encore" as the curtain closed](dying request for more punishment)
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  31. [the overtures gunfire in 6/8 time](musical introduction as coordinated violence)
  32. [your arias the sound of your jaw dislocating](solo performance as physical trauma)
  33. [the librettos written with your spinal fluid](nervous system as musical scripture)
  34. [your high Cs all shrieks since i took your lung capacity](vocal destruction as artistic choice)
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  36. [the balconys weeping but its just my vibrato](audience trauma mistaken for technique)
  37. [your standing ovations you begging upright](applause as desperate survival instinct)
  38. [the fat ladys singing through your slit throat](operatic climax as mortal wound)
  39. [your final bows the noose snapping at curtain call](execution as theatrical conclusion)
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  41. [your eulogys sung by the bitches you loved](posthumous betrayal as choral arrangement)
  42. [my batons now tapping your coffins weak wood](postmortem domination continues)
  43. [the pallbearers stumble to my irregular meter](funeral procession disrupted by my tempo)
  44. [your graves the first rest that you've ever hit right](only successful musical moment is death)
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  46. [the flowers are wilting in diminished chords](botanical decay as harmonic theory)
  47. [your mothers wails are slightly sharp, its annoying](imperfect grief as auditory irritation)
  48. [the dirt hits the lid in perfect 4/4 time](burial as rhythmic precision)
  49. [the worms eat your eyes but hum my greatest hits](necrophagous tribute to my legacy)
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