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Crooked scoundrel
- Life is like a two way street in a two way meet when two ways creep up on
- two old creeps licking two old sheep with two old feet in a house up on old
- bloody creek owned by an old leather creep with a face like a murderous
- G with a body in the gutter and tools in his jeep, like your death was a horrid
- dream with a horrid scheme caused by horrid things in horrid hellish Hazardous
- half hacked halls of hinges on syringes made of dismembered, splattered yes men
- erratic in my flow and demonic inflection, I made and put down this insurrection
- I was born of blackness, a rolling stone out of madness, deformed, reduced
- and rendered a NonBinary into multiple strings of gory big endian and disassembled him
- You might be a thespian, holding onto the skull of yorick, pour it out onto the
- dire dried dark and dingy, utterly unkempt unlikely streets unending, shit caked
- and trendy, like bendy when he went on wendy and broke her back like like a hen
- he's off his rocker, shocker, he's an anomaly of psychotic dakka
- back with a gun to rock ya, mini in the power but it leaves a big blast
- trapped in a booby trapped shack set alight to collect the money that's
- like the endings of a terrible storybook, around and around we go again,
- washed in a shower of blood and bitches glowering with faces scowling in this
- gory brook, brutal and shook, you know where to look, i'm the guy that sent
- you to your death like a mook, take a book and write down this chatter: Razorback reduced
- GK to pancake batter, better to matter then to not know after, the factor of seven
- upon seven, fourteen men sent to prison and shot dead, their heads on the
- floor like melons slashed apart and impartial, my fruit killing skills are remarkable
- But this ain't Modern Warfare and I'm not fishing for Cod, this is a full on charge
- and I'm the one with the bomb, Bleed only Masochistic bloods, take a hammer
- and not a gun cause this isn't a hit and run, it's a murder, one shot and I'm done
- You can't respond cause your mouth is back at mum's, sucking away for
- thoughts that can overflow and come but you're done and nothing is written
- all is permitted, I am an Assassin and you sir are my victim, a ghost screaming
- in the system, a machine with no life and no living skynet but no quarter's
- been given, I'm riffing off Shady XV cause your crap is from 2003, I can
- rap faster, spit badder but no matter it's not a race, it's a notion to put
- you through your paces, at the gates and off my brain it's not the same
- GK is lame, Razorback is the new face of rap and the one to look up
- cause all are a just shook from mountains look up, see god and get bucked
- This ain't a new ground but I flash like thunder and crash in the pan like
- I was ridley down under, not sunburnt, not unheard, unleash twain on this
- broken down train like a handing a grenade to a blind man to wait
- take a number, hell to raise, like Kavorkian sauntered in, got a pen, wrote
- his shit and left at ten to kill more men cause reapers are cheaper than
- government shit, I must admit you put up a fight but still couldn't hit
- brokeback mountain crashed down on your crib but Maybe Take a Vitamin
- or something cause shit, your time is wasting get off my dick
- stop trying to eat, I'm a Dreamer, I killed Satan and smashed the bridge to Oz
- so stop rhyming and go back to your day job with your gay mobs
- and your 24/7 dollar an hour headache and drop, cause I'm the supercalifristicated
- always and expected sadist, murdered all the latter day saints with a payment to
- Satan, gave plaintiffs a raise it was simple, I ate it and teeth were abated and shredded
- the pavement, I eat God Kings for breakfast, you're not a King, you're Andrew Ryan
- A sorry objectivist in a world collectivist in a place of silent rest with no morality
- so say goobye to reality cause I just outrapped this horrid excuse of a formality
- GK should be Grumbling Keep cause I just smashed the wall like Helms Deep
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