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mr ruckman - white aussie lad raps fastest lyrics

verse:

and look at me, i’m an illiterate idiot
yet today could be considered an intellect
cos i live life and don’t sh-t and then twitter it
like all you weirdos who live on the internet
k!lling it, that’s what the people keep telling me
still i’m a loony in need of some therapy
still i’m a stalk, the physique of a celery
hungry and broke but unleashing an energy
many can’t muster, more clever and faster than tech n9ne and busta
mc of the century, head in the gutter
whatever i utter is meant to disrupt ya and cease the serenity
i will offend you and i should have the right, it’s called freedom of speech i’m impeaching our emb-sssy
i want back lyrical liberty in the vicinity, since what i’m preaching is heresy
you heard of watsky? you heard of mac lethal?
i’m bout to hit em with a form of murder that’s legal
not to say i wouldn’t prefer to stab people
in the pupil, with a dirty smack needle
belligerent and bitter as a motherf-cker, soon i’ll come for every oone of you who turned out deceitful
but in a machiavellian and walter white manner, watch the way i work a person with words and act peaceful
from a wimp to a winner willing to k!ll a few rappers too many, still i get little views
big fish in a small pond, an orca in a seaworld swimming pool
that’s why i’m so jaded and cynical
so underrated it’s criminal
and i don’t believe in god or miracles
although if anything were evidence
it’s present here within my sk!ll
and you can take the ridiculous sh-t i spit as literal
or hoold a lyric i was meticulous with to ridicule
but i’ve become as numb as to the criticism like i sit and listen to your sh-t it’s pitiful and hypocritical
now let me see how many syllables i can jam in a bar without me losing any momentum, rhythm or breath, b-tch
i can do better than you bet i can speed it up a bit i’m in the league of the best with dialectrix and def wish
and i don’t give a d-mn about a battle now because i k!ll em all like metallica, ravage you amateur rappers that are
lacking in charactere, mad as a hatter, i’ll battle ya for bread and b-tter, cos i eat emcees for breakfast
but i haven’t a challenger matching my calibre, you’re all sheep in a paddock i m-ssacre like an abattoir
and my life should be narrated by attenborough cause i’m such a f-cking beast about to feast on the fruits of my efforts

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