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louie black - certified murderer lyrics

[verse 1]
whacker kids with they simplistic motherf-cking adjectives
while i’m talking with immaculate verbs
hit you nerd, drink the daniel
scr-pe the brain, make your mental be my mantelpiece
can’t hurry like a zombiefeast or a mouthcrease of evil dead
evil red when i cut you make you drip the sedative
f-ck ya m-th-f-cka, here’s a tip, die from the f-cking facial split
lurking when i’m writing bars
siphoning and sipping down gasoline from cars
taking smokes afterward, tongue explode straight to mars
hit the pad, never stopping, f-ck a period
nifty pen, f-ck erasing, ratchet slash you like a million
tap the demi, b-tch better swallow after making semi’s
making chemis with my test tubes
lab coat like a gas mask
just for terror sake smack you with a oxy tank
cutting flour in the kitchen, making cookies with the crack
i’m a wiseguy, face full of f-cked up anologys for drivebys
crooked eye and t–th with a big physique
little mental in my mind, so f-cking unique
breaching bail-outs, tripping black wires in the jungle just for fun
turn us back to cavemen, fire boom, we call humongous single cell life
a prison type
i forgot my parachute, but that’s okay
i’m a human calculator, vocally i’m worse than vader
but these cigarettes are fading past
all the smoke is fading fast
attack you with military ready few complete pieces of the magic staff
third eyes within our existential minds
yo f-ck knowledge i stay solid writing rhymes
f-ck bars of verse, i write life lines

[hook]
i’m a certified murderer
mental patient been observing ya
face to the curb type of lurker
take a beat, make a metronome
f-ck your weapon take your body home
and store my empty sh-lls in dome
make a bird with ya hollow bones
i’m a certified murderer

[verse 2]
getting p-ssy when i’m spitting with you
but little c-nt got a locker too
put you in a bodybag, seal it up like what the f-ck a club do
tear you up with the noose, crushing bone structure when i null your crew
my lunchbox make a f-cking ruckus
popping souls like pills on my lunchtime
penny dozen when i cut you with the f-cking dull rhymes
dummy rushing with his pistol pumping
i got flesh in my nest of baddies
swallow blood when i take you down, 10 miles with a f-cking semi
i’m a god when it’s comes to getting heads to nod or bob back and forth
i’m of course double evil devils in a monkey suit
but i could make you holy when it comes to holding heaters
i’m the priest of the pistol pop you like a pimple if you meeker
get to creeping, like to be high?
i send you back to heaven, you could could see the god you called might
eyes punctured on the severed head, strung up with my f-cking mic
big beat with a bad-ss guinea talking tough
but you could still hide the drum pattern
sample chopped, sliced and cut the f-ck up
behind my left nut, and venus on the right one
big b-lls from this old soul
mind where every monster gathers and they call roll
writer when i talk to both
ladies and gentlemen
meet the solo element
the elegent
blood on my t–th just means that i’m benevolent
justice? k!lling every nuisance and fella ever f-ck with him
every devil k!ll 11, god only k!ll 10

- louie black lyrics

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