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fiphel - killing the stage lyrics

[verse 1: annoyinggenious]
so i’m the new kid in school, here i come a first year
i get to choose what i do, hope i don’t become cursed here
diverse in who i converse with, i’m being sincere
though when i’m rehearsing a verse, you’ll think “man, that kid’s weird!”
i’ve heard worse and more perverse and even much more severe
it’s just the sheer fact of being jeered at by you peers
though i’m weird i’ll persevere, i’m just making that clear
on every tier, my sweet dears, i’m gonna be the man you revere
don’t interfere with my plans, i’ll hold a grudge for so long
you’ll have to fear this new man, the slightest nudge could go wrong
you even push me a little bit, i’ll be out over the edge
then comes a bull rush of wit and it’ll drive a mean wedge
right through your skull to penetrating your brain
i pull it out, there’s no number for rating the pain
just call me zeus when i let loose, i ain’t telling no lies
from where you are i’d advise it unwise to arise
i’ll hit you so hard, print punchlines under your eyes
i have a hunch you’ll lose your lunch when ‘thunder’ sounds from the skies

[hook]
i roll with the cold winds blowing my way
exposing the emotions i’ve been stowing away
filling the page, k!lling the stage
you know we do this everyday

[verse 2: fiphel]
when i spit in the mic it becomes my hand saw
i’m a sundae you cherries just can’t top
you’re a sheep, i’m a shepherd, i eat your lamb chops
i hate the love, take a club to a fan mob
i can’t stop spitting rhymes that’ll beat your pants off
till hannah montana falls off her d-mn ball
i’ll be changing lives, like hanc-ck
we at a standoff, you shall not p-ss gandalf
yeah
jaws hot enough to cook you so i’m eating you raw
flow so cold you put it in the freezer to thaw
i’m in the seat of ultimate power, leaving my mark
then i’m leaving you all, believe it or not
you gon’ be weezy and coughing, pleading to god
for mercy, call me a gardener, when i’m done weeding you stalkers
i’ll burn you leaves and all, you weeds can call
my rhymes ’round up’, “he must be woody, y’all!”
if i’m woody i must be a tree or at least that tall
you can’t mark me, you’re declawed
the only employee that’s a boss, knock out your t–th and then floss
and y’all are still smoking weed, cause what you breathe is what you are

[hook]

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