Midnight Terrors

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My style ugly in the hood, I'm skeletor's face
 Leaving my mark on the game, like a cheap whores waist
 If this were first 48, you just a cold case
 You'd fail to operate in my shoes, you are a torn lace
 I'm just trying to see ya safe like it's home base
 Art of war connoisseur but got that carnivores taste
 Lyrical parkour, have your back spinning like I slid him on some cardboard
 Ya living like a toll gate
 First you up then down and claim you hold weight
 But you know Saint war paint C4 paste
 It's a wild life I just need to own the whole lake
 Just copped a bigger house, but I need more space
 When a hater talks it's fuel for the fire
 This ain't the sunset strip, I never knew Richard Pryor
 I got a license to kill and I'm liberal like it expires
 Send your soul after Christ afterlife trip advisor
 Work flow mean I'm getting promoted or getting fired
 You hip hop synthesizers get macgyvered I'm ripping wires
 You'll get the pliers, I'm sick and tired
 Of your girl want to blow for the numbers like breathalyzers
 And she's getting hired
 She's printing flyers that say get inside her
 A roll of quarters later it rubs the lotion on it's skin like moisturizer
 It's a crisis when my vocals pass through mix devices
 Kill my haters twice and bring em back to life to see who gets the livest
 You couldn't draw blood from the god with help from Leonidas
 Amateurs that touch my mic are stricken with crippling tendinitis
 Accomplished nothing, went all to your head, Encephalitis
 We ain't cut from the same cloth and we different sizes
 Saint Joe take your supervisors and neutralize em
 Then crucify em in the gruesome style of a group of lions
 Your crew is dying and I ain't truly trying
 Dreamt I was king woke up still king, lying in a suit of iron
 King shit, y'all wouldn't know nothing bout that
 26 letters you put em together and sound wack
 Fake every single day but never hesitate to yell facts
 I hope you rats get your tails caught by a house cat
 What happened in that hotel room
 Uh It was coupon night and I was trampolining your wife
 With that attitude I can see why nobody likes you
 Oh come on people love me
 Just ask your wife
 Let's go in
 Son I will give your life a remix
 Sniff so much white that it'll stop my lungs River Phoenix
 Kill every rap panelist kill every military dignity that are racist
 And that is the only reason that they wanted to enlist
 You couldn't map what my mental is on a cloud atlas
 Rap animal analyst metal mental averages given over an instrumental only a cattle would be the catalyst
 Fake activists I will assassinate plane passengers for being passionless pacifists I am cantankerous
 They say that I act grumpily but I humbly ask what you want from me
 When I was born on the floor of a slaughterhouse meat packing company
 Stumbling to the dark dumpster I was dumped in feeling like a gang member that was jumped in
 Today was the greatest day that I have ever known
 Smashing your pumpkin
 I'm drunk and I wanna shotgun double pump something
 Wrap the bullets in bacon so they fester inside of your torso trunk
 And it infect the rest of your intestinal movements just to prove that I am just so evil
 You can't have a creature like me living around normal people
 Spit biblical Syllables saliva from here to Fukushima
 The face Carver the Hannibal horror that will
 Scare or scar a chupacabra
 I got no worries like I'm in Jersey and I am Frank Sinatra
 Or Bon Jovi's partner Barbosa the barber word czar
 Let's spar with Cesar if you thinking you can harm me that is a sheer farce
 My heart is darker than the darkest darks
 I'm a rapist in a park
 I destroy every living thing on this planet you better explore mars
 Of course I'll never pass the test of smog how I exhaust bars
 I'm feelin like Madonna's baby's father I mean God the creator of the stigmata
 And Jesus the prophet not Joseph the carpenter or Carlos Leone or
 Guy Richie or the twins biological paternal parents
 Louise Veronica Ciccone adopted From Malawi Africa
 I'm that retarded cousin in the basement with the fragrance
 Of a caveman thats locked up and he's escaping
 Now he goes apeshit with a chainsaw and he has leather where his face went
 There ain't no shame in i'm sharper than the teeth on a crocodile
 Type caiman and lost in the wild on the island of Cayman
 Its crazy the list of the famous dames names that I came in
 Spirituality of a native shaman art direction will leave you
 Wes Cravin when I am beasting it is breathtaking
 Sickest novelist making a statement without a bank involved
 I'm Lucifer with Krueger claws givin this beat a back massage
 The sire of purge messiah with words
 Tire iron swung at your head it bursted like a papaya thats hitting the curb
 Since the first time the worlds heard my rhyme style structure
 Legends spreaded from the west like Nile mosquito puncture fuck you
 

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Duration
04:15
Key
1
Tempo
158 BPM

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