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letra de dragon born - barbarian council

[grim]

my temper is great, i’ll punch you dead in the face
my left straight put your motherf-cking neck in a brace
f-ck the church, f-ck the rich, f-ck the rest of these snakes
and f-ck world peace like ron artest being raped
did i mention the jakes
we roll up on um deeper than the persians at the thespian’s gates
burning mothaf-ckers to the death at the stakes
like henry the 8th i leave severed heads in my way
you never were safe, i swing machetes with hate
til it separates the mothaf-cking legs from your waist
my methods are crazed, mac-10 and grenades
and i will rush the f-cking white house on presidents day
that’s what happens if you get in my way
i got it locked like the felons in pelican bay
soon you will all learn the depth of my hate
and soon you will all learn that heaven is fake

[tabs]

tabs an animal, you shouldn’t let him off the leash
he appears in man-form then transforms like altered beast
talk is cheap, couldn’t buy you a quart of water
brought the slaughter, beat you with the corpse of your recorded daughter
abnormal torture, drawn and quartered before i knock him out
to make sure they stay silent cuz that g-y rhyming is not allowed
i give a f-ck if you got the crown
i’m ground breaking making mountains topple down, that’s how i rock the crowd
locked it down, switched stations, sh-t’s changing
cuz we don’t pretend we’re dope, we push the envelope like cliff clavin
you f-ggots want to brawl you get mauled like smith haven
on some stomping sh-t when i soccer kick your b-tch face in
i’ll bring down the rafters, i’m disaster in its master form
dragon born with m-ssive h-rns to impale you f-ggots on
mad suckas thought they had our number, but their math was wrong
so we trample what you f-gs breed like a stampede of m-ssive bulls

[elz sinatra]

dead rabbits something like the hardest, built for war we gon’ fight regardless
black out in the booth, turning light from darkness
hit moving targets like a writing marksman
go ahead and get it started, i’ll k!ll your dream like i sniped at martin
i just like the horror
all these paper-mâché artists, tear they -ss in half now they twice as garbage
gather the goons let’s incite the marching
300 deep, roll up like the spartans
words are weapons raise your mics
get hyped, let’s get the f-cking fighting started
elz sinatra b-tch my sh-t is popping
sick with it, abortion clinics couldn’t even stop the kid from dropping
i know they p-ssy by the f-cking smell
hate me now but they’ll never take me down like chuck liddell
i’m bad for your f-cking health
so go run and tell the champ that i’ll hang him by his neck from his f-cking belt
it’s elz sinatra, dead rabbits b-tch nothing else

[menace the -ss-ssin]

i’m hungry please believe that it’s time that you feed the beast
getting my weasel grease, bring a jesus freak to the sweet release
your st–z is weak, weaker than quadriplegic knees
?? sweep the streets, you ain’t evil as me capisce
i keep it real, i rushed a thousand kings thrones
i know you think the kid is ill, got that munchausen syndrome
i’ve been known to bring the drama cuz i’m fiending to hurt fools
your mama should’ve swallowed all the s-m-n that birthed you b-tch
a f-cking demon who be putting in work
so when you see your knees hitting the dirt like a church pew
you know who murked you, yeah it was menace ??
so many fake p-ssies, rappers like a fetish shop
and when i let it pop, i bet you pull a f-cking cheddar bob
so you can’t get a vibe, you f-ggots never stop
you getting go, do not provoke this italian
the -ss-ssin’s off the chain like a broken medallion mothaf-cker

[coal cash]

ocean of blood cause a flood worse than gilgamesh
wade through mud, bathe in blood when it spills from flesh
instilled with death, cave your chest, i’m imbued with hate
and through your face, your brain explodes like a tube of paste
i’ll chew the traits from your grill and watch it spill your soul
fill a bowl, as it erupts after i drill a hole
i’ll k!ll you slow so you can know every slice and stab
then gag your b-tch, drill her with d-ck over your lifeless slab
i’ll drag your body off the back of a chariot
nefarious team keen with a guillotine lariat
it’s f-cking hilarious the various ways that we mutilate
to brutalate the bar i’ll slam a morning star through your face
so screw the wait i came to rape every last hoe
coal will tell that sl-t “i’m muk, let me see your -ssh0l-”
i smash souls til it overflows the firmament
a permit at best, spit fiery death, your flesh will burn in it

“beat dead, that means you dead meat…i blow the back of your brains out…you get beat dead, that means you dead meat…i ain’t never scared, i got big hammers everywhere…beat dead, that means you dead meat…i blow the back of your brains out…you get beat dead, that means you dead meat…shatter bones in your body…”

- barbarian council

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