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I'm omnipotent | You claim to win battles | So when the beat starts
I'm omnipotent You claim to win battles So when the beat starts I'll punch the tree bark And pass the chainsaw to a? heart Severing every animal I'm doing dirt like earthworms I'm sick and original Boy, I gave birth to the first germs I spit the acetate To make your lips evaporate The Master Ape Bare hands will decapitate and bash your face Pass the eight, sack of shake Twisted in plasma tape I came for y'all through the castle gate I come across a substance yet I couldn't lacerate Virtuoso is an unidentified flying object to make your space shuttle? So while you drunks look for a hook and say you masturbate Telling 7L to sratch a plate In due for respect I slap your face Ask to make my specs, I'm a tackle ya You're a neck and I'm Dracula Have sex in the back of a black Lex or an Acura Met with the, Jedi Mind Tricks We rhyme sick and side? for dime chicks I'll strangle you, use my same hands to give you the Heimlick So you can live to face more punishment from my divine lips Jus Allah prays on the minds of the young Silencing the devil that speaks with forked tongue Taste my blade sharpness Ranked in no class like Marxist The heartless Rise out of darkness I'm the last head you should ever try to fuck with Be the next memeber in the cast of my snuff flicks Rough shit, don't even attempt sleeping At war with the demons that live in infernal regions Spawned from eternal semen bred flesh predators Wings of the arms when you heels like Pegasus Grabbing your leg, so you live to the heavenless Drop this prejudice and follow me to Exodus We ravenous Exhume the tomb of Lazarus You blasphemous We bring war to pacifists Tarantulas, burn flesh like a nine glock Your mind stops from nine of my divine shots A pine box is fine for a killer to run Swing from vines and rhyme like Atilla The Hun Bring the gun, your tounge is what I'm slicing We slap tracks and attack like M. Bison Ilohem, fuck the pagans we mark them And take turns to burn religious doctrines Concoctions of pain hits from eight angles Locked in the brain to lacerate ankles Yo, I rip mics, stick lames Wreck nights, spit flames Lead pipes, split frames Kid ain't shit changed Act trife I grab the mic and bag your wife Sacrifice you twice Motherfuckering after life Decimate your paradise Burn tracks like thermostats My personal attacks snap back to murder cats I might advise You type of guys should revitalize Your man power, I sabotage the fire flys With a dope rhyme Take control of your soul Grab a fourty fo' for the po's Get your broken nose Opponents go to shows Now they know their robes damn hoes that fold my clohtes I bark at these, mark MCs, park and freeze My world hypothesis Kill beasts like heart disease Man please You can never fuck with the Eso-teridactyl My rap skills will thrash you Motherfucker
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