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coal cash - magician (go fuck thy self) lyrics

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who want bars i’ll black out form a neutron star / scar wit gaara’s attack an bounce back like a du’pont jar / nuance bizarre when i spar companions stay clear / moving like mugen plus usen d’artagnan rapier /

i rape ears till im hearing a submission plea / contingency ya planing got abandoned before it infancy / efficiency omnisciently i see free my introspect / deficiency you decree i spit debris of emcee intellect

to wreck ya record and resurrect before you reckon to check it / dissect directive components make you atone it before you get to defect it / effective immediately expediency to deviancy / ingredients be the root so eye of newt will group mischievously

with toes of a frog wool of a bat tongue of a dog / my sword’ll pull out lungs until they hung from the front of your corpse / i run with the orcs run over ya fort with a force of uruk-hai / high as beelzebub you’ll catch a buzz cause my auras fly

destructive star fleet bombard heat to crunch chumps/ concussive hard beats these bars leave um punch drunk/ ya c-nt stunk i can smell it through ya stripper cloths/ i’m know to raze the bar like a fat b-tch on a stripper pole/

a bit quicker moving swifter then a river flows / cover it when i sticker the big dipper plus i’ll lick her hole / holding my liquor but i’m sicker when i vomit this / confidence in my sound to shoot rounds like a trigonometrist/

off ominous angles from a star spangled sniper perch / your verse for the cyphers so full of sh-t i bet your diaper bursts / got psychics cursed with a visions of me inside there mind / so ahead of my time i look behind to see the future rewind/

superhuman design maneuvers sidewind with melodious wit / the looper of fate you’ll fools will get eight like möbius strip / these phobias h-t to grip your mind an make you sh-t your spine/ blind in a mine field explosive yield making you trip off lines /

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i’m the best wit this magic you can’t duck my spells/ feed ya flesh to the maggot you’ll get struck by sh-lls /want a test you can have it with ya tough guy swell /or lest ye be a f-ggot and go f-ck thy self

i got a permit for the k!ll that you can’t earn/ i’m a turn it with my will plus i stand firm/ i can burn it with a sk!ll that you can’t learn/ i’m the hermit on the hill with a lantern

with a yearn to be the ace of wands f-cking the queen of pentacles / germination sp-wns in the form of dreams ephemeral / the venerable dawn of deformities that i blossom / wether general or p-wn storming normandy has two options /

conformities not my forte abnormally when i portray / affording me ways to puree from sorcery in my sword play / abhorrence of disorderly torrents
that warrant forgery / the lord emcee
of portals / f-ck mortal who rhyme for normalcy

incorporeal chi to erupts from a sea of vodka / prosper on dmt at degrees of a higher chakra / proper to my decree majorly stuck in my mantra / the monster they muk -n-lly f-cking aiawaska

my rosters strictly nuts fluctuated by scitsopreniah / hitting any of ya sl-ts beat their gut till dont remember ya / plenty of sick f-ck from the constructs of my frontal lobe / when explosions erupt….your reality tunnel closed

subtle control a general hope for crafting antidotes / disgruntled my soul ephemeral gulf after the gamma pulse / i plan to boast cause i the man plus i am the goat / stroking my ego when my pee hole’ll ram the throat /

of brands who choke to fit their access of my tips fatness / so while i’m at this they can practice with a can of c-ke/ you like it choppy…. i’m a make it hard to copy …. i’m anunaki your bars are sloppy bukuki

i’m in it to rap no limiter cap the prime ministers back / mc culloch flawless finisher the p-ss n vinegar a sinister acts / your miniature matched ya stats diminished as my pinnacle maxed / waxed when i’m whip through war victims in store for the minotaur’s axe …..

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art is messy these rookies flow it like barfing pepsi / p-ss-es ho on the low like lion-o sending snarf to test me / my art is deathly and only the smart will get me / especially when counting sheep that’ll sleep on my like narcolepsy

i’m mark silvestri penning sh-t you couldn’t fathom / in the darkness spark infernos roll with children of the (atom/adam) / check the patterns i imagine abbadon mixed with the orc king/ call these b-tches saturn the way their swallowing off spring

a square circle king you don’t want in the ring like frodo baggins/ i doubt ya ready my mouth more deadly then komodo dragons / a clout like jet li while ya jelly like cartman’s belly / i doubt that you’ll get me like the wu lp from martin shkreli

a martian you can charge ya celly from electric arching / i’m sparking the ether kick start the speaker like fonzerelli / hi five the two palms beneath ya baby mommas belly / she’ll tell me i’m a shout to put it in her mouth like akinyele

i’m machiavelli the mac match
magician continued

i’m machiavelli the mac matching immaculate facts / i maximize miraculous acts that brought lazarus back/ but capsized off of acid hits while motor boating m-ssive t-ts while chicks that you smash are the kid from mask mixed sloth fratelli

i spit the wrath like a pyroclastic nebulous/ ya genesis drafted trash to that math i’m incredulous/ my war craft cast wind fury when when the trouble starts / blades spin in a flurry so you best to hurry and bubble hearth /

my muzzle spark like a ac 130 / making rubble out the parts of the fort that you thought was st-rdy/ my derbys demolition fitting dirties definition / like jersy spitting scurvy given herpies to the rhythm/

i am the schism create division to collapse the prison / i hate submission so i’ve risen i don’t ask permission / an apparition in the distance that is past your vision / driven by wrath f-ck the cash i’m trynna crash the system

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