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burned alive - gruesome twosome [fubar & subcon] lyrics

[verse 1: fubar]
i am the worst of your fears
you were confident until you heard i was near and you nerves interfered
they *n*lyze every single verse that they hear
and eventually attempt to reverse engineer
now i’m back with a blow torch, incinerate enemies
painting of a portrait, i ill*strate memories
predator gauntlet initiates weaponry
targeting copy cats who imitate cleverly
not natural, created in a lab
equal to god battling satan on a track
be afraid of my attack
skin conducts electricity similar to rayden in a match
soul is gone, it’s official i’m remorseless
firing a heat*seeking missile at your door step
there’s no answer to the riddle, i was born dead
with a 3rd eye in the middle of my forehead

[chorus: subcon]
we k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, you die, die, die
on the mic it’s like youre fighting for your life, life, life
when we write you’re getting roasted, burned alive, live, live
with a swipe of the pen we watch you fry, fry, fry

[verse 2: subcon]
these p*ssies scr*w*ng up the scene we leave with open gashes
f*ck them we’ll expose these average b*tches like it’s only fans
and those posing on the cam and not showing any passion
acting getting blasted in the ass by the man just to cash in
they boast and brag with no flow and it has me going mad
knowing that i could own them with punches without me throwing hands
opponents and foes show nothing that’s even known to land
supposed hits just miss me dudes seem slow.. like growing plants
the moment that i flow it’s like i’m known to ignite
and when i get rapping i’m having a gas when i’m striking a match after soaking the mic
in fuel then light it on fire a writer molten like
turn foreigners in rap to ash when claiming that they’re cold as ice
incendiary device when i write i’m heated
i mean it leaving defeated emcees at my feet to die
on sheets beefing with the weak and bring this piece of mine
i sling and shoot off rounds until these clowns look like a pizza pie
[chorus: subcon]
we k!ll, k!ll, k!ll, you die, die, die
on the mic it’s like youre fighting for your life, life, life
when we write you’re getting roasted, burned alive, live, live
with a swipe of the pen we watch you fry, fry, fry

- gruesome twosome fubar subcon lyrics

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