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