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62 bars of evil
- Lyrics like #Egypt's #scriptures, Call me the #pharaoh,
- Death and chaotic disorder, as I #monch on the narrow,
- When I #hop on #hip #hop, #BIG weights like #Rick #Ross,
- #Divine entity in #celestial #form when I spit #cross..
- Like #Jesus walking the lane of battles in his #prime,
- #Mathematical #MC, #sqaured enough in #design,
- In #a #sign, you #try #angles to fit in my #circle,
- I don't put full trust in you, corny like #Steve #Urkel,
- #Extraterrestrial with the #high #beam on your regime,
- And genocidal warlords fear me as the omnipotent #machine,
- #Corporate #prototype on ordered up frights,
- Lord in grit, homo fights, the #mortal inside his #prime,
- Metaphorical rigamortis in this lyrical combat,
- #Evil #terminator, rap's #T 1000 against wombats,
- Anaconda Python transforming servants to fossils,
- Scallops withering to crust as I am hostile,
- Crushing, gripping, slashing,
- Pushing, ripping, hacking,
- Razor blade arsenal in my words,
- Hieroglyphics versus me in a burst,
- Climbing the stone steps of Atlantis,
- Top of the sprit world, bombs I plant 'em,
- I'm defending Castle Eden and villages,
- Mummified like Irtyru inside stone pillages,
- Wrapped in Jewels, throne drifting the Nile,
- Roman emperor with wicked in style,
- Your shit crowns my name, needa go down the drain,
- The multisyllabic flow that will drown your fame,
- Sicker sins surpassing scrimmage, senses sound the same,
- Juggernaut Astronaut with ominous presence,
- When I am present,
- you so paralysed like cerebral palsy,
- Affected the skeleton in minutes to turn you to a peasant,
- My rhymes like the grim reaper and I am a lyrical holocaust,
- Jew nazi that coming like blind sex, how much the baller cost?
- Nah, I ain't paying, I'm desperate for the huff of snuff,
- But you can't cuff what you can't snuff, you roughed up puff,
- The omen is lazy, the smoking is hazy, I'm choking, it's crazy,
- I'm foaming, like rabies, I'm owning these babies, I'm loathing, these trainees,
- The moment, that saves me, sniffed coke and don't face me,
- I'm packing more jazz and bizarre, with zah for stans: stanzas,
- Eating wiggers like M&Ms and lyrically annihilating Eminem with chakras,
- My thesis is like Einstien with science fiction; your thesis is feces,
- Not fiction, just psychic literature in forms of wordplay that is scenic,
- I'm kicking it with vision from the mind, that is a third eye,
- Jigga jigga on jigga and juggalos, marked for death with birth signs,
- The bullet In your bulletin; bullet proof in your top ten,
- Like ancient hieroglyphics in scripts to flop men,
- Regiment being who is omnipresent on musical beats,
- Dictator on dick eaters who try to dictate or use the streets.
- These Ivory coast bitches smell, got no ivory or coast,
- These females like Ironman, large chest plates, I am the host,
- Most of 'em bi, sexual predators on cycles of estrogen,
- Needing this alien dick, period. Drugged on amphetamines,
- Feeling ecstasy as I seduce that bitch to a thug wife;
- She butching the meat, bout to go ham on the beef,
- The cunt is a lesbian, damn, she loves the rug life,
- Licking my carpet and doorknobs; more pussy to eat,
- She doing a cat cannabalism while experiment with my dick,
- Catscan for broken uterus; prolapse caused by penile high ticks,
- The cunt was cumming here, but she fucked with the wrong guy,
- Like her, I give no fucks now, I'm stoned like indian criminals at bong night
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