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black helicopters - black helicopters lyrics

[verse 1: asthmatic]
the asthmatic is back at it with the dynamic mechanics
my lyrics are frigid like a gigantic block of ice in the atlantic
have you sinking like the t-tanic
i stay manic with the ballistic galvanic lyrics
my brain is sick of seeing these lame d-cks do to hip hop its tragic
you fools are opposite of erratic
your program is systematic, i’ve had it
this hispanic is ready to drop kick these fools so come at it

[verse 2: deji vu]
i’ll run up in clubs, already drunk as a f-cker
smelling like a skunks b-tt or a trucker
chucking up, but i still order another
eyo, pour some bud for a brother
i’ll run up in a known wh0r- and tell the sl-t that i love her
i’m troubled, doubling down shots
ogling groundhogs, converting virgins to good suckers
c-m in their stomachs and turn lookers into woodchuckers
when i’m done they’ll be uggerz, like retired p-rn stars
expired goods, i just shrug, find a recovered addict and mug
him for funds and spend the money on drugs, do it for funs
the buzz, just living to the fullest until i’m full of bullets
for being full of it, sh-t, might order my own hit

[verse 3: will and the mix]
take a break, turn off the tele and get in the helicopter
twisted, p-ssed off kid, i got a demented plot to
shoot any fake rapper down, can’t tell me not to
(he’s f-cked in the head and evil, it’s h-ll he’s off to)
pop a pill, pop i k!ll, hip hop is ill, there’s no stopping will
i might not got a mil but you still see me dropping lil
wayne, what the f-ck’s come of rap? i run the track
but a wack rapper, you see ’em coming back
i cross the finish line every time and in the rhyme
i can take down any fake rapper from new york to palestine
with one steel clip i shoot down every non-real spitter
just cause they’re bigger i don’t feel bitter, it’s sealed —–

[verse 4: imperfectmythos]
wesley dodds sleep running from fear weak gunning
with no fisticuffs; anarchy, robberies no handcuffs
keith and r.a thorburn mix; watch the th-rns turn sh-t
verbal holocaust; immortal as the eternal fall apart
sandstone walking cryptic; d-mned home for talking simplistic
conceptions of rejection; rambling incessant

[verse 5: wayfarer]
sitting in the dark, eyes focused on the canvas
pitch black room, tomblike, gloomy in the blackness
here i cater to the m-sses, inspired by the ashes
as i sit back on the mattress spit my lines begin to practice
cause it’s here there’s no distractions, my mind is free to access
it’s this madness got my tryna knock the world off its axis
i’m praying like a baptist, i need to write a cl-ssic
f-ck the atlas, man i’m going supernova that or past it

[verse 6: the etherealist]
shouts to will and the mix; i punch a b-tch in the t-ts
f-ck a bag of tricks: i pack a bag of bricks
i’ll bash your sh-t and split in half your d-ck
slit your wrists in the bathroom sink and cap your kids
fan of drill-bits so i bore into your head
cause when lobotomised as f-ck you’re more useful than dead
you my little b-tch now since i sliced your skull through
and i can stick my c-ck in your brain and mind-f-ck you
your spine cut through; i drink cerebral fluid
i feast on foetuses: channel my evil through it
stem cells keep me lucid and i’m pleased they died for me
the etherealist: a f-cking demon prophecy
i rock the beat just like i c-ck the heat
pop your niece in the knees and stick my glock in her t–th
then stick my c-ck in her meat. ether’s a f-cking problem
history of violence turn your block to f-cking gotham

[verse 7: in2ition]
my new b-tch is a doctor. i be f-cking her v-g-n- with syringes
this b-tch’s st-tches be trippin’
she’s such a rich b-tch, she own three transformable helicopters
last night, i was making her c-m and then i stopped her
grabbed her cl-toris and twisted it off; she screamed
like a f-cking holocaust, then got p-ssed off
cause she wasn’t impressed with the way that i slapped her breast
till it fell off like the growth that it was
man, that b-tch was ugly. i despised the way that she loved me
one day, i hope i find her dead in a trash can with her hubby
this is the problem with this sleeping society, you see
every woman thinks she has variety, so they go around all high-and-mighty
when your c-nt still smells of fishes, sweetie
this is reality. life is what i say it is, so don’t question this, you see
cause n0body’s ever f-cking safe from me

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