Revengeful

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NAEs's Notes

I tried keeping the same rhyming sounds through the whole second verse (aw and ah).

Grenades dropping when i spit, rapping I gotta be honest
Great feel when I get hit, slaphappy, lotta smacks with calmness
Hail me pricks. Pale, i'm sick, I snap and just erupt, the harshest
Nail ya bitch, call me stale, I flip. Stab ya in the gut with horns
Satanic, have a ritual, you're fucking done for
Breaking your family's bones, chugging their guts, gore!
Wait, before that kill spree, tazer shocking their blood, scorched!
That's just a taste of the worst i am capable
Rap busts my brain, my head's burnt like napalm
No whack lyrics, carefully written, each syllable
Fast rapping coming real quick, prepare your ears y'all
Here is the part that feels really impressive
He's spitting up bars skilled in rapid succession
and building these radical manic sentences
assembled with mathematical cleverness
This rappity rap god relapsed eminem shit
and I have extravagant smashing potential
a bat outta hell, snapping, leave ya suspenseful
These raps i'm crafting have you nasty, revengeful
 
Wrecking every song that i'm on, for rap, got a knack
Second verse it's on if you thought I can't top the last
There's no mercy coming, I'm not done, man, stop the sass
Wealth, thirty million kroners in my bag, lots of cash
I nabbed. Rob the bank, I went in, shot the glass
then I ran, lost the path, stopped turned my back,
cops coming after me, fuck, casted a glance,
I scoffed and laughed, rock chucked at their asses,
got caught for criminal offense, sentenced
to Rot in Iraq and get hanged cause I had
shot glasses topped up and splashed, underage smashed,
drunk, plastered from vodka and jack, Beverage drank.
Took a flight to Japan, landed and coughed up the sadness.
Had a can full of pasta and mac, salsa sauce, sausage and spam,
lasagna and a dose of whoop-ass. It got lost in the baggage,
I got salty and snapped, "i'm fucking starved, man. I want my naughty snack back
This airport is fucking faulty and can't, even keep control of my bags"
I stopped in my rant, then called for a cab and scrawled down this rap
I'm thriving on rhymes, I got a head full, i'm on schedule, and
the blinding bomb lines I drop are incredible, leave you revengeful

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