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CZARFACE & MF DOOM
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Yo, yo, what's good? Esoteric INS, your Highness DOOM 7L CZARFACE back at it again—y'all ready? Yo I'm fire in the summertime, cookin' with more heat Flow like DiCaprio, wolf of all beats The speak's deep like Leviathan Boss with the cross-fader, Lord Vader to a Kylo Ren Search for the plug, I hurt you with love Man, they pop holograms; call em' virtual thugs I'm sinister, hear the strings on the Czar guitar Sick with it, Doc' Strange in the Arkham yard We go dumber than Trump More money on the mind, got numbers to crunch Y'all just waking up for the day, I'm on lunch I portray my own self, perform my own stunts Like CZARFACE bustin' in through the window Bones broke, no hope for your kinfolks Yeah, as long as CZARFACE wins We'll be more talked about than Beyonce's twins Dig it? Y'all dealing with the king of the song clash I'll jump on song, come on til the bomboclaat [?] No room for [?] No friendly warfare, this ain't wrestlin' There's nothing staged over here, you're trippin' Mescaline Drinkin', could've got smacked for what he thinkin' Would've said the word, whack! Abe Lincoln Vil still spend stacks off crack, stay crinklin' This game's filthy, get got while blinkin' Rappers do big-up jail like a recruiter Game lieutenant hit a boy, said he wasn't shooter Told him, "Man-up or keep it pushing like a scooter" Then said nuttin' and didn't pa** the Buddha What do you know, Bodine shows up Spit his sh*tty sixteen and get hisself locked up, up His story had a moral, he's buried in the soil Vil put it in her back like a epidural Kids, eat, sleep, stay away from creeps Spit it from the heart, this game's for keeps Yo, everything cook and curry and done in a hurry No room for [?] Pull it Put you in the dirt like a garden gnome, hard as stone Lies synchronized like the steps of a marchin' clone Legion, ruthless, my troops is from parts unknown Like a minor human torch, arson prone My field is a minefield, bombs left and right, knobs It's stormin', kite, sign sealed with divine shield Even Nick Fury keeps his eye peeled Wolverine's mutant gene, hopin' time heals Fightin' Irish girls off me like Notre Dame While you're ripped and you're a sucker 'cause you can't say no to dames And you're like novocaine 'cause I can't feel you now Come on, give me some credit I never say some bullsh*t everyone else think I'm apathetic Beat the rhyme sharp and tight Lethal mind archetype, darker than an Arkham Knight I don't know man, I think that it's pretty razor-sharp
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