American Horror story

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Part Dracula and part Freddy
In your dreams tearing you apart like confetti
Then sprinkling your blood over spaghetti
I highly doubt most of you emcees are ready
For a medley of rhymes this deadly
Blast troops of emcees out the water
Gas groups of ladies border to border
Rats loom like crazy i got a sawed-off
And im sort of Revolutionizing the game
cause all you rappers are institutionalized the same
Am i the only one who realized the lies behind the fame
This aint more of that lame shit thats abducted your eardrums
These so called "real niggas" i don't fear them
Cause when it comes to rhymes im behind my time
Because i rap like emcees did in the golden times
of hip hop, now a days rappers flip flop
and better be on their toes after this shit drops
once they realize i kill more niggas than white cops
Wanted to be hip hops spider man but turned into venom
Whack emcees? send em to the pit and pendulum
Opening your cranium examine your brain membrane
and eating it before downloading it to my computer mainframe
Kick a freestyle? nah ill kick your head of your shoulders
with the strength to shatter bedrock boulders
With the speed of 12 red porches
And of course you can expect my mic to short circuit
When i spit to send rap clowns back to the circus
Holding their purses while i stand strong in a bloody cuirass
Committing verbal fatalities this is lyrical kombat
Shrug off the slugs hitting from your pitiful cocked gat
Think rationally and halt before beefing with me
Be for im investigated for assault and battery
when i spit .50 caliber artillery from my conniving brain
and hit 30 now massacred full-of-it rappers now writhing in pain
Make a mop out of the dreads of Wayne
And chalk up one more tack of brain dead emcees ive slain
The amount of power i gain in short periods is insane
Brain growing sharper with every rhyme that i jot
And FYI a rapper doesnt get hailed as goat just for getting shot
RIP biggie and pac but you cant tell me their rhymes were as hot as ra's
Gay playful emcees get slapped out their panties and bras
Put a bar of soap in a sock and knock his block off
until his cardiovascular system stops
Predatory rhymes out of this world Causing intergalactic metaphor wars
Im the holy trinity of hip-hop sounds
Hand me the mic and ill break the barrier of sound
Causing tornadoes earthquakes and other natural disasters
Killing off the pope and every single pastor
Making the apocalypse come faster
Unkillable syllables a modern born miracle
Serial kill material surgeon unforgivable
Ethereal spiritual my visceral rhymes are trivial
Aerial bomber that sprays bacterial venereals
At your funeral kicking toddlers heads like soccer

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cloudedthought
Member since February 17 2014

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