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m0n5t3rrr - skitzo (verse) lyrics

verse:

motherf-cker, im not a skitzo
whatever the f-ck you see is wrong, upgrade your amout of pixels
i mix hoes with the way that i spin up the beat. you wanna come? b-tch, dont
you gonna be torn in half. as a matter of fact, i would rather you get some
we k!lling it harder than black death inside the united kingdom
i’m scarrier than terrorism and livin in islam like you have autism
your sh-ts g-yer than the light rays that are coming up out of a prism
you’re lacking the wisdom with attacking the system. an immaculate sense of the rhythm
the ability to murder a beat is one of my algorithms
you better be running, and if you dont you’re gonna be my next victom
my flow is like a hurricane – devistates organisms
making em cower in fear the moment they hear the banging kick drum
the darkness overwhelms you, makes you weak until you succ-mb
im rapping like a demon, but thats not what i have become
attacking and kidnappings, pull my mac out, shot off a mag
then it clacks onto the ashfalt, i fall back into a car and leave em in the dust
ive gotta swerve to make way for you f-cknuts
who only wanted a piece of fame, but left with something stuck up…
nut up or shut up. and go straight maniac on someone if
the voices say to “silence”, grab a machette and cut their tongue out!
a psycho with a knife right in a fight what im about
i’d never let you sever me from tearing this sh-t up now
if anybody wanna try to halt me ima murder
douce their body with some hcl and let flourine take over
you could never stop me if you were a traffic cop
and please dont rock the beat, you obviously fell off the freaking top
no need for chopping-needless off the feats
ill drop em, leave em coughing
teens and wannabes are often reading rhymes that mean f-ck all
and i am, not a beast or prodigy
i’ve oughtta be among the meanest
i’ll defeat an awful demon
imma be the prophecy they mommas speak of
hop and lean atop my p-n-s – long and feinding
off of me, you not a cheeta – yall can’t flee
i’ll find your meat thats rotting, see ya, huuurah

- m0n5t3rrr lyrics

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