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hand woven catastrophe overly attached to beats - carnage the executioner lyrics

(verse 1)

i am a nightmare walkin’, this…psychopath talkin’ sh-t/
…tacti-cal depletion season, scary! stalkin’ b-tch-
…m-ssive b-lls the reason he is very often pr-ck/
…vagi-nal secretion demon, rarely softened d-ck-
enemy of venom & web slinger in comic book…respect lingers/
with non left-wingers & mess bringers not the good…dead ringer, too-
i’m a crook…whether with heca click or any others…plenty brotha’s/
know that fatso drops heavy…not ready them skinny f-ckers!-
…all varieties put eyes to ‘c’…might it be how i/
drive the heat? survive & eat…too live & these lackl-ster wack busters-
can’t steal shine from me! sack tuggers act rougher…better quit/
evident you all suck and swallow, never spit clever sh-t!-
lettin’ this down rookie try this…he can freestyle, now could he write it?/
how good recited? “wack!” now him and the sound bully fightin’-
coach carnage compared with the best…broke arms & i’m tearin’ ya’ flesh/
for spittin’ your written’s like you got no heart & ya’ wearin’ a dress-

(chorus)

…majority…no…each and every/
rap released…nothing short of thee status-ing of-
masterpiece…immorally…hand-woven/
catastrophe tapestry orally attached to beats-
…historically…shown…each and every/
rap released…nothing short of thee status-ing of-
masterpiece…immorally…hand-woven/
catastrophe tapestry orally attached to beats-

(verse 2)

allow n-gga…make crowd shout…out-wigger…hey, loudmouth!/
route rigger, how it a git fly? diff i from maggot average…higher sick m-ss-
cl-ssic acid fire it’s that…some slobber shed, whiper/
come copperhead viper…redrum dropper strike yer, b-tch -ss!-
…lurkin’ bash-waxer…observin’ that factor/
word is draft master is more than a nerd & fast rapper braggin’ boastin’-
gag & choke when i craft a focused magnum opus/
to smash opponents, friends, plus anyone perceived hotter at the moment!-
…came to in-crease murder rate…time to re-treat…bellicose & bane/
in-credible the pain when…game begins he serves a fake-
…swallow ‘em whole, grin…bottle the soul, then…strain the skin re-gurgitate/
minus thee meat…skeletal arrangement-
…murdering gits a win…make sh-t of ’em sit ’em in chitterlins/
my widdling rhythm is further be-littling little men…hit ’em & won’t run-
so dumb! no un-shrivelin’…grow some, don’t front! you feminine!/
said you tote gun, wrote one…but got no proof like eminem!-

- carnage the executioner lyrics

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