collab diss

Vindictive we about to end you for good that's not fictive

i got my chainsaw, shady got his axe

i open your skull drink your brain sauce, crazy what comes next

guest feature destroys your #nest, to stop us you have to arrest

us for sexual harassment

in the court i'll laugh at you cause i'm arrogant

that's the concept of TheVileDeath i'm eloquent

bomb threats masterpieces are my new element

hoes say i am a poet while i consider myself as a new Shakespear

whigga you need to figure out who's the faggot we are sendin you out of atmosphere

don't talk about G stuff, you're a saint squeer

raw lyrics? ya only speak about gays

keep running away you can't flee this rap maze

you dick head, stick at your weak rap

i think you need that unique collab you seem mad

i'm worse than hannibal a cannibal walking around possessed by Annabelle

bullies over pussies, shady you're on

 

Verse 2 (by DarkShady)

 

Stick to the creeds an' priests cause your groppin' with tensions

Niggers dyin' with rabies essence while you strugglin' to make a sentence

Snatch out your spine like a ripped vine,go hide in your porch

Until I find out my glock,shot two blows to your nuts like Ilse Koch

Pincer out your soul like Edward scissors with a razor in a blink of a bliss

Knock your soul out cold an' shove it on the road to abyss

I spit that violent like ultra-violate enough to cock out Tundra climate to cinders

Smother you in dinner plates then serve you out like a wrapper of wick

Rhymin' with this timin' is diamonds enough to send you to your psychiatrist

Hook'n your hivin' in this list,choke out your lungs when I pull my wrist

TheVileDeath is gonna serves rests to pests,he'll spread you like a cancer

Dough out your busted livers with two shots like Hitler with a trigger

Quit messin' with the present cause it has a lesson to teach

Slack out praisin' demons cause that's why I'm here to talk an' preach

Drop out of priests then stick to the creed to be a reader of Shady

Not heedin' is blasphemy cause I can pop out of a beaker of alchemy

Pokin' me an' chokin' me ain't done me no injury except for vengeance

Your cock gettin' pleasant,it's given you a sign of my killin' presence

Snatch your gold then your girl's foals,that's how dope my flow reaps

Smack your soul deep an' send it to the direction to the abyss street