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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Author
War Machine
Rights
2010
Uploaded
September 08, 2011
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MP3 4.6 MB 128 kbps 5:07
Lyrics
I’m a monster, killin imposters Nothin softer, than your bones when it’s proper Battle axe’ll rattle the facts in your brain I’m channelin that rage to begin your pain Skull cracked and all that, it’s war time Your eyes get ripped out and you can’t ignore mine As your blood trickles down my eyelashes A blank stare into your fear, then I slashes Through your throat, my whole face gets coated In the spattered blood, you die – let’s note it Add to the list, I had to do this I’m glad to be in the mist, cuz I’m mad and pissed At anybody impure, any sinners You’re the winner of many delivers to your liver From a sharp pick, f*** ya harp sh** You’re in the darkness and that’s where I park this Harmful battery, you’re disarmed and after me Cuz I’m draggin you from behind, from your spine see? Murder certainly, heard of me? – it’s absurd to be The word of mercy, cuz nurseries need the urgency Then I get sturdy, I prefer the cemetery Over the lake, cuz it’s makin me take cement to bury Your sorry ass, the gory passed this morning Now heed the warning I devour cells, with my empowered spells You’ll smell like a dead flower smells before the hour’s fell And you cower well, when you hear me comin Fear got you runnin, but I’m near – stop frontin Most hopin to ghost open – supposed to copin Dose of ropin – throat is choking while the moat is smoking Bones eruptin, but you atone for nothing – somethin You could do is own up to, your so disgusting Habits, I’ll go rabid and rapidly Stab and see the anatomy from the battery Bristol diagram, pistol through your diaphragm b*** ’ll try to stand up, when he’s blissful dyin man And I ain’t lyin I can, reprimand commands Separate hands se-per-ate glands, from where I stand On your broken neck, chokin is a past tense Cuz when your sass blends, killin is the last sense To be dispensed, agree the lens you’re seein sends False hopes through all scopes, your bleedin ends When I rip your heart out, nothing left to pump Then I grip my chart now, bustin them to some But is it stealin if the organs are rightfully mine? And I’m just fightin to tighten my smitefully bind Connect to God, resurrect an odd speck to clog The portal to hell Upset the matters and get the blood splattered after Let the laughter of the best disasters set the chapter Regret the rupture of the sunsets structured punctures Flame punchers leave you with a hunch of crunchin summers In the winter I’m a sinner, you’re just a beginner Frozen splinters as you’re injured – I must be the winner Earth’s crust gets thinner, the magma – lava Crave a lotta from a brave Masada layin on a Death bed, that I left for his head sh** s dead, he bit lead and fisted From a diamond tough knuckle, and a diamond cutter bite Your cryin bluffs muffled, and my rhymin shutters life Poseidon mutters twice, trapped in my vice grip Tusnami soon mami, cracked in a nice slip My advice for you to dip, only price for you to live Is insight for you to give, the right life as a kid Under God’s moral lines, and I’m sure you’ll find No more will I be behind you, absorbin your kind With this morbid gore of mine – sense the trepidation Through the belief that relief ain’t a destination That you’re facin – erased off the face of Earth And I’m disgraced to say we share the same place of birth These lyrics are the war cry, fear it or you’re gon die Hear it!
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