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chaos - bury all lyrics

[verse 1: chaos]
i’m the hero you looking for ain’t i
long hair hard ball the oddball a.i
only difference between the 7 sixes of chaos
come before a bridge and hook made to slay ya
i’m putting nails in caskets of many rappers
i’m problematic my hammer is working like thor in action
automatic a psycho alarm
a spike from my arm
first nail in the coffin
first verse of the song

[hook]
and here’s another hit bury yall
he gotta be crazy
he gotta be crazy
he outta here baby

[verse 2: chaos]
unless all the fame is a m-ssive mendacity
i’ll do ten tracks to reattach to the amb-ssador
my raps could stand back at c-ssidy if it had to be
and have the great c-ssius concur he ain’t as bad as me
actually all my verse are p-ssive but still attacking
a contradiction of mercy in tact while i k!ll cats
if talent was scaled by ego i’m the blasphemous god in person
and you bow to me as i stand on a balcony reading verses
a wordsmith and a blacksmith my actions are mirrored proper
repairing with iron fists 3 hammers and a chopper
i’m rza put a hand in the air but i am going farther
i’m over throwing the throne the heir to the don dada
i’m the godfather, chao pack of distraught mobsters
think of jason voorhees with michael myers and rock monsters
zombies and a world of romneys, you’re in some hot water
bombers from all directions you’re sorry if you caught thought of
the fact that you haven’t met chao pack yet just our sponsors
we sitting back letting our soldiers attack bosses
you got a nice little song, custom ice in your arm
i quote you’re just a joke he got the same thing on
every monkey do all wanna claim king kong
i’m the dragon dragging havoc to the flames beyond
i’m the legend they will never mind you lame pieons
k!lled your career we at the fame seance

[hook]
bury yall
he gotta be crazy
he gotta be crazy
he outta here baby

[verse 3: chaos]
this is the final nail in the coffin
for those who talking
i gave you the chance to change reappraising ya options
a goblin coming to gotham, to make gobble. the sausage
they hanging off of em prolly should go on ahead and swallow
ain’t been nice since the prom
dice with a bomb
bout to roll em make em fall that my righteous devoir
tonight coup de gras
lightning will form
in my arm and you’ll perceive my right as a wrong
a mic is my might and i’m fighting the song
so as long i my mic working right i’m at war
i’m the little tike wit a hyphy flow
from the atl where the life be slow
but the girls be fast, every night be shows
and i might be the one who the lightning stroke
electrified left the rest behind
practice and exercise made me the best alive
let’s see the freshest i’m writing the poems
here’s another hit two mics in a song
bury all

[verse 4: joshdatruth]
you pray for someone honest in the booth i am the truth
a crown on top of me r.i.p on top of you
bury y’all and everybody knows
the sh-t ya’ll spit is corny call it pinky toes
diminishing flows and the hoes are after me
yes they’re on my joc they’re on my dumb athlete
they shrinking i’m growing
this rap game i own it
i x my opponents at the top like exponents
i’m a rapping judge and your flow is void
y’all don’t make sense you’re unemployed
speaking of money young n-gga on a mission
listen, no tryna be broke like dishes
b-tches, cars, and clothes those the goals
picking on these n-ggas i call them afros
these boys blind they can not see me
yes i was chosen don’t wonder like stevie
the comp is so slow i pray they get faster
i be k!lling n-ggas i’m like a slave master
flow so sick i’m in the booth coughin’
and still bury y’all put the nail in the coffin

- chaos lyrics

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