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slaughterhouse

  1. [Verse]
  2. Step into my slaughterhouse, I’m the architect of agony,
  3. Synapse snapping like a wire trap—welcome to my canopy,
  4. I’m sparking dark alchemy, heart‑beat’s a symphony of cruelty,
  5. Crafting carnage in commandments—call it my brutality’s unity.
  6.  
  7. I’m ill‑willed, steel‑clad visionary, cannibal contraption,
  8. Gut‑ripping every rhyme with surgical satisfaction,
  9. Visceral visuals—my spit’s volcanic magma,
  10. Erupting brain tissue, leave you in a coma with drama.
  11.  
  12. I leave linguistics bleeding—lingo so sick it’s systemic,
  13. Internal combustion in your cranium—no helmet’s epidemic,
  14. My words pulverize, pulver‑puncha every particle,
  15. Shatter skeleton syntax—psychopath verbal obstacle.
  16.  
  17. Clip‑clop, I’m trotting ’round your cortex—executioner’s ballet,
  18. Decapitate syllables—your dome’s tomorrow’s takeaway,
  19. I lace tracks in latex gloves—premium psychopathic gloves,
  20. Then toss your conscience to Coroner’s Court—no second‑hand love.
  21.  
  22. I’m the venom‑inked villain, a violinist of violence,
  23. Strum chords on your carotid—euthanize with defiance,
  24. You’re orbiting my orbit—my lyrics levitate wreckage,
  25. Send your carcass to the cosmos—Milky Way’s next garbage.
  26.  
  27. I snap spines like drumsticks—beat‑box body percussion,
  28. Soul’s the percussion pad—your last breath’s the percussion,
  29. So pray to Mary, marry misery—get down on one knee,
  30. ’Cause I baptize in bloodshed—holy water’s next to my knee.
  31.  
  32. Eminem’s wit, Necro’s grit—call me Slim’s sickest spawn,
  33. I’m the demon on the mic, guide your soul to beyond dawn,
  34. This is carnage couture—couture of the macabre couture,
  35. Cut‑up couture couture—fashioned from your broken jaw.
  36.  
  37. So wave goodbye to sanity—this insanity’s your finale,
  38. I’m the spawn of your nightmares—gore‑flowing rhapsody,
  39. Mic’s my machete—rip reality, fatality’s my creed,
  40. You’re feasting on defeat—my demon seed guaranteed.

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