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lo key - spark somethin' lyrics

[intro:]
7th seal
tell em how we do it out here
know what i’m sayin’?
lo key, wikid one, 2005

[verse 1: lo key]
demonic rhythms h-t the system, 6 trillion decibels
ripping through ya legs until the flesh is looking edible
a cannibal animal k!lling heads like a sentinel
your injecting some benadryl cause the pain is incredible
f-ck a cerebus k!ller, i f-ckin’, sever the tentacles
from the head of medusa and shove the tech in her p-ssy hole
pull the trigger watch the p-ssy blow apart in my face
i stuck my tongue in the bullet hole, no cartilage to waste
listen m-th-f-cka’, cause i’m spittin’ the last verse
i’m ridin’ bl–dy spinners on a cinnamon, black he-rs-
explosive with the raps, till’ the god d-mn track bursts
but then again, i based a f-ckin, song on a whack curse
but i don’t give a f-ck, i took your forty and sipped it
so explicitly gifted with the sick and the twisted
just give me your wrists kid, cause i’m p-ssed that i missed it
as i slit it, it trickles out in front of the witness

[hook:] (x2)
lokevelli and tha wikid one keep the guns c-cked
and we always sparkin’ somethin’
or be screamin “f-ck cops!”
with the slugs and the drugs chillin’ in the glove box
we bring it wicked in this b-tch makin’ all ya subs knock

[verse 2: tha wikid one]
i’m slaughtering the m-sses in gas masks, interacting with
fast casts of the acid you flash past, when i’m blasting
but a back scratched with cutlery, up to be cuttin’ he, guttin’ he
emergin’ the gluttony of hip hop its tough to be original
i’m spittin everything through a subliminal
m-ss murderin criminal, its critical for cynical
views to be expressed cause the game as we know it
is overpopulated with the whack like i’m bloated
you tried showing a label your demo f-ckin’ what?
you still a whack rapper with a lisp and gut’
when i cut up a beat and lace it, sh-ts injured
any booth they got me in has got to be the insured
i’m just that vile, i smile while in denial
a vile of exile, siles straight in to the bile
if i were to run up in to your show what would i see?
an audience of relatives and i count about three

- lo key lyrics

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