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Carnage Protocol
- Strap the fuck in, fuel up, this a full scale carnage,
- I’m the nightmare in your skull, that venom with no garnish,
- Rip your whole existence out like pages from the margins,
- Lyrical arsonist, torchin’ your garden, laughin’ heartless.
- Apparatus back, but I’m blacker than the darkest,
- Words colder than your soul, cut deeper than the sharpest,
- You playing rapper? I’m the God damn black hearted artist,
- Breaking your fucking mold you’re still stuck in your harness.
- God’s love? Bitch please, I’m the devil’s hate with malice,
- Your greener grass? I’m the drought, I’ll piss in your chalice,
- Faith’s for the weak, just souls left in the balance,
- Thirty eight years down the drain, lost and talentless.
- Special? Fuck that. I’m the anomaly breaking your peace,
- Period’s over, now you’re facing the beast,
- Bullets in bars? I’m the judge, jury, and police,
- Scattered brains? I’m the motherfucking swarming disease.
- Hard road? I pave it with the bones of your fears,
- Cops on your bitch ass, paranoia shifting gears,
- Nowhere to lean but on concrete in tears,
- Your mind’s a prison, and I’m feeding off your sneers.
- Poseidon drowning? I’m the tsunami you fled,
- You confided in me? I cracked your bitch soul instead,
- Steam’s a bullet to your head, your pages all bled
- Magazine of death, every word you ever said.
- Can’t see the lines? I’m the motherfucking blur in your vision,
- Sleep is a myth when the reaper makes incisions,
- Boundaries sliced with a razor’s decision,
- Fallacies burn your life’s a shit superstition.
- Prophecies twisted, weaponize every memory,
- Apostrophes slit throats your hope’s obituary,
- The blind can see my wrath, truth’s never secondary,
- Mock the mockers deliver death as customary.
- Only two “greater”? I bulldoze the scene,
- Crushing weak fucks, corrupt and obscene,
- Work’s done when your dreams get ripped from the screen,
- Welcome consequence bleed out, bitch, and scream.
- Blame God? Hell nah, I’m your ugliest flaw,
- Nike less stomping, breaking every broken law,
- Soul raw, nothing left but the flaws that I saw,
- Face this music? You’re the silence I gnawed.
- Never fold Motorola’s a fossil in defiance,
- Razors blunt as your mind, I’m my own damn reliance,
- Bars high, I’ll force major compliance,
- Shooting stars down with cold, clinical violence.
- Beast since birth? I’m the fucking apocalypse prime,
- Shredding your story, erase every line,
- Love or rage? I’m the bullet in your spine,
- You want debates? Too late your defeat’s the sign.
- Mouth moves? Just noise, no flavor to taste,
- Devouring your pride while you choke on disgrace,
- Checklist wiped, every win’s out the case,
- I’m a living menace, erasing your place.
- Cold and careless restless, insane,
- Baking your coffin, padlocked in pain,
- Sugary glaze? I’m the torch to your name,
- Cat or rat? I’m the monster off chain.
- Too bad, too wack? Boy this is slaughter,
- Erase your loud threats, drag your soul through the water,
- No open lane left no new master or author,
- I’m the fucking storm, your whole rap’s a non starter.
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