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Humans, they are not the cowering wretches we were promised. They stand. They are unruly and therefore cannot be ruled. To challenge them is to court death Buksmash on these b*t*hes I’m the reason fluids leaking out I brought my homies with me, yeah the goons are creeping out I got my hands around they necks, I think they sleeping now There will be no more disrespecting me from here on out Everybody want what they can’t get, wannabes wanna rap but they can’t spit They try to act hard like they’re mad sh*t but they’re runnin like a b*t*h when the MAC hit Why do they think that they better than us? Showing respect is just never enough The motto I follow “In choppers we trust” Hit 'em with hollows put them in the dust Bow down to the one they call the king of Babylon (Boondox) The scarecrow, b*t*hes here comes Abaddon (Armageddon) Yeah motherf**kers this is Judgement Day On yo knees to Jesus nonbelievers better learn to pray The anti antichrist with a Mossberg pump and a taste for blood You want some good advice, don’t f**k with a dude who plays in mud The southern devil with a shovel and a pine box, Burying the compet**ion this is where you’ll find ‘Dox Yeah, see I’ll put these n***as in caskets (yeah) Anybody in the way better pray that they don’t get they back hit (yeah) Cause I ain’t f**kin' 'round, been rockin' that f**k you sound F**k you clowns, though in a minute I’ll kill a n***a and put it down This ain’t a game, we ain’t playin, leave him tangled up I’m runnin deep with TCH, they'll find him mangled cuz They ran their mouths, but we 'bout it soon as the flames hitting I’m a little bit mindless to the violence, I'll leave 'em brainless Like a volley I'mma serve ‘em, the shotties bodied the vermin We remaining sucker free, make these f**kers bleed from they sternums Releasing what l’ve learned about squeezing three from the burner To avenge the underground like my only child who was murdered Middle finger with the wrists slit, spitting down the lyrics to reflect the pulse They say I’m a misfit, but connected to my weapon Decepticon The blasphemers with grievances, Psycho Jesus, the underground’s heathen and only god to believe in That lyrical surgery serve to be servin’ purposely Verbally murk emcees, hurling Hercules words in first degree Murder verses, no perjury Punish producers perfectly, done perfectly to perfect person with perfect precision certainly I’m a savage animal with ammo that’s from the mandible I’m Rambo and Hannibal wrapped up into one, and I go ham around any amateur caliber rapper and his clone (aye) Liquid A**a**in attackin leaving fragments of bone (let's do it) Eat flesh, I'm gonna f**king eat brains I'm gonna ugh Licking all the blood up off the floor, I'm f**king cannibal They call me prince because they think I’m really two faced Standing in my cave and smoking weed I think I’m white man A dark knight, doing good, think I’m doing bad They don't play for Sith Lord, arm that motherf**ka I’m the crocodile hunter and I say “crickey” Where’s my f**kin beer mate, put your f**kin hands up The pain in me is, all I need is just one second, I Am gonna show you why I’m finally being recognized Whitney’s the realest, all these other chicks they be disguised I’m here on a mission, back with a vengeance, don’t even be surprised Who’s the girl with the flip flops on, wowing everybody with the hip hop songs Came from the bottom, got my tank top on I know I’m gonna blow, it is just not long Rock on, cause I came to rage I get hype, you can blame my age Weight falls in the booth, I stay insane Bath salts I’m craving brain Bang bang rhymes just rang out I threw it Who the f**k is him, it’s R.O.Cs influence When I insert berserk like I’m stupid, goin all dumb Blast on my self c*ck back I knew it Cause I’m my worst enemy, I came to do it Cause you’re my worst enemy and simply stupid Cause I’m my worst enemy, blat tat tat Fire, fire, duck and weave Fire, fire, these words like bees Sting emcees, n***as squeeze like “ooh”, getting hit with that bitty, dodging bullets like please Ain’t no way to get past The R.O.Cs flow Zip line in and wipe out the combo I’m not mad, just that close to psycho Kiss my a**, I’m gon' suck like lipo And I rep my team, hash click hash click boy that’s your scene (b*t*h) Go so hard, rocking on the mic I make the whole motherf**kin crowd wet their jeans (ow) So respect my scheme Make the haters hate, make the sexy scream Glow-sticks in hands, you sh*t your pants when you close your eyes and ingest the beams Never cross my green, king of the burbs, just a restless fiend Say my name, you gon' get some love (get some love) Look into my eyes, they got a festive gleam Drop some ‘cid then I bless the swing Detroit boys and we rep the scene They call me Ajax, my breath is stinking my beats are dirty but the rest is clean B*t*h Ha ha body bag, I'mma hit em with it like a boxing match Tell me little buddy why you got so mad Cause we killin' it for real and we don’t want yo trash Grewsum, that’s who I am What’s up with those tracks you buying They wack as hell so those rappers fail Well I’m back from hell and I’m crack supplying Donnie Dark, flow it's over when I want your heart Hold composure when I chop your parts Mold the sofa, now I call that art Snortin' coke and overdosing, you’ll get it soon Met your doom at the next full moon In the dead zone I'mma make your head go boom, like endo bloom, like an exit wound They-they-they-they call me Sc*m, I am the tombstone on your children’s graves It's Lyrical Snuff, rough enough to be what every one of our followers craves Deliver the sickness and witness ma** murder and group suicides taking place I’m hitting them hard like a brick to the back of the head or a bat to they face So f**k 'em all, if they ain’t with us then they don’t exist We 'bout to blow up like a backpack of a terrorist I got me a list of some names, everyone dusting for an obituary page No exit wounds when I blow they heads off with my sawed off gauge Picture me, F.Dux with a knife in my hand, what's up y'all? (hey how ya doing?) One cut, two cut, three cuts to your guts and your blood in the hands and they’re spewing We could play, wanna bang? But you chicken Pray to god but he ain’t gonna save ya I’m proud to be, an oddity, banned from society And I come from the bottom of the gutter Kill beef, like Ruben, you stutter I’m hard, you b***er Watch your mouth cause the .45 mag don’t stutter People hope, made it back 'bout the size of a hubcap Crack get smoked like a dope sack Bout blew my high with your bullsh*t, b*t*h I’m trynna get my buzz back Dux Jason Porter, all he raps about, drugs So I hit the club with mixtapes when my stash is dried up Staring at you at the Waffle House, in the middle of the night trynna cop an ounce Dropping out when I pop a sound, and get the f**k out, I got enough rocks for now The doctors got me in a pa**ive mode My coke fits are bigger than Axl Rose P*ssed off at the way that I handle hoes Pullin' up with a Glock and a pair of bose On a magic carpet with a hair in my hose, and I’m all coked up and don’t wear any clothes You’re blown out like a pipe bomb, you’re pu**y got more room than an iPod Underground’s finest, now tell me what’s next to prove Split your neck in two, leave you laying with a bunch of exit wounds Team R2, five star general plays, I’m calling shots, y’all are not Looking kinda funny running from my fallen hots Ballin or not, still dumping shells from the side of my black truck You fat f**ks fakin', while I’m collecting fat bucks Ask around, bet you find out that nothing’s fake I’ll show up at your church and rob the f**kin' collection plate Yeah look, f**k everybody (f**k 'em) Yeah I’m f**kin' p*ssed (yeah) Pedophile n***as, stay f**king kids Penn State sh*t, you won’t f**king live (naw) What track you ever crush I heard your f**king diss Treat you like a b*t*h Blow you a f**king kiss 9 mili with good aim, I won’t f**king miss (lets go) It’s Darko and his d is the clip Sutter Kain is the boss and my rivals can suck a d**k Motherf**ker Cramping babies, castrating some old ladies Illuminati want my body, I ain't f**king crazy Put a bullet in your head and make your brain splatter Grab a fork and a spoon and eat your brain matter F**k your b*t*h in the a**, until she starts to sh*t Take my d**k out her a** and make her suck that sh*t And when she vomit I'ma shove it down her throat Take a hit of DMT and a nose full of coke, yeah As you peel the pile of bodies up off me, can we do it a little bit softly My girls need a lot more room, don’t worry they will not breathe Proceed to breed, from my undead seedery Supercharged when I need to be Smelling like the teen spirit of a sad Norwegian queen, there’s a difference between you and a king Kung Fu Vampire, giving you nowhere to run to I’m robotic, subsonic, composed and honest, methodic, erotic So demonic, I’ll be the cannibal a***yst, never the animatronic And I’m sitting on your carpet while I’m drinking gin and tonic and I’m higher than the mountain that I haunted It’s that west coast Cali killer, my n***a pull yo knives out And if you’re coming to my city we gon' find out Finna blow yo mind out, then I’ll let my nuts flow Knocking yo b*t*h, talking sh*t and take yo bank roll I know you heard the stories hoe, they say I’m getting gory bro Kicking in the door, stick my gat in like a gloryhole (yeah) Every time you see me, another body gets found Motherf**k on you hoes, get my doe, prince of the underground
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