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casper - homocide lyrics

[part 1]
lesson number one: i’m fresher than all mcs combined
number two: your sh-t’s doubtful like surviving in a field full of mines
d-mn right, walk up in your venue p-ssively(?) millenium vietnam
during the last time at your high school prom
freshman hunting season take him rather the broadcast
get your smart -ss off, swallin’ a gallon of car gas
my car smashed a tree, her rover landed in mud
imagine this, i wrote this lyrics with the last drips of my blood
there is something drooling under the bed, grabbing for legs, bloodshed
it’s going down baby, the comic wallpapers now blood red
it’s sunset – a lounge surrounded by nymphomaniac lesbians
act a fool, clap around, get crazy, drunk to the fest again
act a fool mo’f-cker – get skin-stripped alive
a hydra beast compared to me is like a cake versus a knife
never try to teach your pitbull new tricks
i get psyched up like kubrick whoop your -ss like kung-fu-fl!cks

[hook]
slip your throat, slit your wrist, k!ll your wife, bumping this
and your life follows it, this is it: h0m-cide
slip your throat, slit your wrist, let your kids bumping this
and your life follows it, this is it: h0m-cide

h-o-m-o-c-i-d-e
h-o-m-o-c-i-d-e

[part 2]
never seem to win less hits in a trailblazer
written in sages, rap so sharp i p-ss razors
alright, b-tch, take one (?), get one free
my style’s unlimited like eckowear, hot like beyonce
join the hardest pool contest (?) anyday
i led a p-rn with midgets, nonsense, but cool anyway
non-metaphorical strictly in your face sh-t -(?)
the composition which i blasted
tasted like blood, divine intervention
intentions that k!lled humanity, the h bomb was my invention
clumsy enter the house, left a segment(?)
don’t know why it always seemed to get in fights with pregnant women
steady sitting, celebrate partys on jewish graveyards
save (?) for funerals to die for my sh-t like braveheart

[hook]

[part 3]
known criminal in dark years, one hundred thirty three
murder me and certainly return for facial surgery
tracks like shotgun, blow your brain and spurt all over
too much soda, run over rap like a bulldozer
never stop talking, worse than a bartender
(?) propaganda dressed up as a mall santa
pretend a heart attack-fake, then blow sh-t up with a fake device
devilish evil, for s-x i get beat up by naked dikes
hitchhike, forbid a rhyme, cause silence
snuck into a police bus, slit his throat and stole his driver’s license
(drivers licence, drivers licence, drivers licence…)

[scratches]

- casper lyrics

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