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Sick Son Of A bi***
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Title says it all.. beat is from sean divine ('strait threats')
undergrond rapper
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undergrond rapper
I have no character I'm basicly a lame peace a shit with no talent and I'm probably headed nowhere but check the shit... oh i dont whipe.
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Peak #1,806
Peak in subgenre #926
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February 10, 2007
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MP3 2.4 MB 128 kbps 2:35
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(Course) (Scratching) High Violence, I'm the pill or the drug in ur grip, quit trippin on me (Scratching) High Violence, I am a sick son of a bitch, now listen to me (Verse 1) Super sonic, with newer parts on Like they chopped and chopped and took my legs and arms off Replaced with a tail and from my sockets put shark fins With new teeth I'm huntin and chomp off ur arms and limbs Take the peices and build me some minions and zombies Men just to copy me, and reak vengence on all who seem Or tend just to not like me, defencive an army jease All hell bent and godly see them impalin' ur bodys, BLEED See me walk up and drill the spike deeper and deeper Feel me twist it with a rythem that meets my speach on the beats here Like the death of u, or my essence in a room I already know of the screams i don't need ears I be feared I love the sound of cartalage snapin' Broken nose and open holes from the shards a shit stabin Heartless lil basterd with an intent to harm Shock ya fast with an unexpected bomb (Course) (Verse 2) I'm fish hookin ur urethra I pulled to make it bigger But it didn't work so I'm guessin next time I'll pull a little quicker Peal ur nails back with plires, pains a fact and a cost here I'm a torcherin' sorcerer insene is a nack i honor Inside insane asylums and I'm rapin' the doctors Takin up the violence as if it made up an offer I'm ur nightmares wake up the sweat on ur cheek There's a kick tho I'm right ther to ur left with a meat- Cleaver I'm hackin with a mask and I'm evil Nasty and rappid with half of ya eaten Now I'm laughin at jeasus cause he dies for this It's kinda like irony cause i survive for it, bliss In shackles u twist and wiggle just to get out of it I'm throwin' darts and shards a glass all strait at this bitch Maybe just one hit could cause enough commotion If I represent high violence with a lustfull devotion.
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