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Alien
- I cause a catastrohpy that none could ever fathom
- I havent even been able to get out of the pattern
- Im actually a mental patient waiting to get on the meds
- And in my head all I wanna do is pull you out of bed
- And stomp you out onto floor until the only colour's red
- Leave a mess in the kitchen, aint no homocide, instead
- All you did was slip and fall onto the knife in your chest
- Leaving a hole bigger than a fucking pit for the cess
- Unless, The cops find the finger prints upon your body
- And the shotty that I hid inside the toy car from Noddy
- That reminds me, Gotta take both of your kids to the grave
- That'll the teach little fuckers when they need to behave
- Im late to the party, time to start swiggin Bicardi
- And smoking upon the ganj, is it hitting me? Hardly
- Time to pop a could e's get my mind in a wave
- Then stumble all around the town, face finding the pave
- ment, Im adjasent in mind state, both with freddy and Jason
- I treat them both like my slaves, my foes lose headies, I pay them
- I stay way in the dungeon, plunging my head into water
- Keeping the rapping attitude I had when I was New Order
- Constantly refreshing my brain like im pressing F5
- New idea, take em to the cleaners, press em alive
- iron out all of the kinks and the wrinkles in their skin
- then do it all again, till they're less than Wafer Thin
- Ham, "Man! Can he with stop the lucridous shit?"
- Suck a dick mans finna carry on in this bitch
- I'll switch flows rapid, like Im on a river and mix
- a little uk slang just to just to fit in with pricks
- Im a cold hearted cunt, with a need for my fix
- Of eating rappers while they're breathing and soon to commense
- Ever since, the day that I was born I knew Imma get em
- And even way before that I used to kick to the rhythm
- Within my mothers womb, probably spitting cause waitin's a bore
- Either that or trying to hang myself with the umbilical chord
- But alas, I happened to stumble up onto a dream, and course
- Im attached, because its the only thing that isnt peaking my thoughts
- Of getting swords and slicing up everyone in my way
- In fact I had one of those thoughts yesterday
- It seems strange and a little bit derange, but Its sane
- At least in my fucking noggin, this all part of a game
- And Imma be the top ranking and the last man standing
- It'll take a fortnight, but imma smack that plan in
- To every other motherfucker that is tryna compete
- My bars are everything your's are, minus the weak
- Ness in your speach and the verbal accuracy
- I am impeccable in every area writing and spitting and mixing and making the beats
- Im kicking a venomous lyric and picking the perfect place to put the syllables
- I've never committed a murder, but words are my weapons and youre lookin killable
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