almighty u-sorcerer - deadcatbounce. lyrics
[verse 1 – jc -ss-ssin]
born abandoned, had to get examined
bounced like a dead cat’s hand on the titanic
bringing -ss-ssin, back talk to backgammon
by the way, all of you weak rappers practicing famine
me, king & deevil collapsing -ssholes ain’t a challenge
just invite your friends, they will come to an understanding
so much pressure, we crystallized a whole planet
cause they hypnotized, minimized their companions
upcoming songwriter and i’m hot like bonfires
pull up in hotwire, and i pull an all nighter
i done k!lled the rap game, took it with no permission
i can go ballistic, i don’t need no -ssistance
had to get king and kut throat to get to this position
it’s gonna be futile like any kind of resistance
after jay dayer dropping his verse, you ain’t existing
this track was so crazy, my k!llers will go the distance
f-ck her in the pussy, make her walk like an egyptian
they don’t always agree with me like terms and conditions
already left, they say you gotta right to your opinion
cabinet drug store, all of them been prescription
don’t trust tinder, they ain’t nothing like description
yes, i’m a musician, just like your prediction
yes, you are forgiven, scalpel incision
yes, i got the grand, i’m the man like demolition
hate going on dates where her funds are insufficient
crossing me, jay & deevil like a superstition
three black cats go blat-blat with the ammunition
i hit up these n-gg-s, told ‘em give ’em the definition
that’s why i got deevil and the young toronto
when i see n-gg-s falling off, i hit ’em up pronto
young mulatto soprano, this rap real life pic-sso
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[verse 3 – the deevil’s advocate]
nah, this ain’t a phase b-tch, it’s your favorite emo edgelord
falling off like gollum at the precipice, reaching for the ring
my average masterpieces are hard to look at afterward—
like precious crawling through your tv screen, when her father knocked her up again–insert f-word
seven days and nine months later, brenda threw away the baby with it’s teething ring
oxycontin-mouth, you can catch me in the first chapter of the bible
coiled around a tree harder than sonny bono, electrifying like i’m tesla’s disciple
leif to say the shadow of the valley of death is a crease in my palm, resonant evil, straight libel
expressly re-orient your views, now bow in the pews and tell me who the real 666 god is
train your pain receptors, swam from belgium to olympus in a straight jacket, flawless
drop you from the roof of the house and watch that dead cat bounce down, like it jumped off the street
left him pale white, twenty one top gun kamikaze pilots salute at the gi’s, this is the cobra’s retaliation
i write rap to make you afraid to use your eyes again
this is the type of rap the devil would rise to condemn
my rap looks to plunge the game into millenniums of darkness, descend, so you never see a sunset again
substance abuse interventions turn to eight hour exorcisms
the blair witch trials rider, parr for the course—
just check the cellar—sacerdotal confession’s out of the question, i have nothing left to give him
the inveterate paragraph crafter back at it, couldn’t break a habit if it were a 50 dollar bill
all in, counting cards and stacking chips, similar to bodies piling on the gr-ssy knoll like jack and jill
more bars than f-cking alcoholics, burning rubber, with more tracks than suge night’s road k!ll
broken down in the emergency lane on the highway to h-ll
officers tripping over gr-ss like they’re really tumbling down a hill, might as well
fell off into the fire lake, watch this dead cat bounce back like anakin, my death knell
i’m rapping straight from revelations, meaning i came after luke, how could i be the father?
that elementary school play you call your ‘music video’ was as lifeless as casey anthony’s daughter
you rappers lease sports cars like mid-life crisis is contagious
i switch whips ten times a day, like an indecisive dominatrix
insurance is overrated, but speaking of gambling, i’m tempting fate and flirting with death
playing russian roulette with a single shot berretta, karma’s being a b-tch, won’t answer my texts
toronto, jc and i hitting licks, bank lifting and splitting, after kane’s job we constricted the boa
spraying spasmodically like a spindrift, sequestering simoleons, still simpletons want us doa
hated by everyone wherever i currently am, loved by whatever self-made cult i currently scam
king and the kutthroat range roaming these streets, challenge us if you want, can’t dodge a ram
provoke us and end up ritualistically eviscerated, emotionless like the mercury in my thermometer
my insanity only knows the bounds of infinity, mind-blowing like lincoln in his viewing parameter
opened a can of worms like abraham, read through you like the abramelim jettisoned in andromeda
duplicitously p-ssed the lie detector test with flying colors like the aurora borealis
don’t know what you expected to see, it’s deevil b-tch, gore galore and only malice
motherf-cker
[outro – jc -ss-ssin]
watch how this dead cat bounce
watch how this dead cat bounce
watch how this f-cking cat bounce
wa-watch how this dead cat-dead cat…
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