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letra de sick and tired - barbarian council

[tabs]

i march with madness, can’t stand still these cats are lying
heartless f-ggots, i’ll let my hands sk!lls start rapid firing
you target practice, you lack sk!ll and wack at rhyming
the game’s got more garbage rappers than them landfills on staten island
back with tyrants, axe of violence to vent hate
i’ll stick a tent stake through the breast plate of them snakes
you a hoe but don’t know it yet, go and get your neck brace
cuz you’re on your knees ready to down loads like sendsp-ce
i’ll stampede ya, your clan leader got man beaver
i don’t like what’s coming out these d-mn speakers of your fans either
deadly arms, better hope i’m smoking mad reefer
or i’ll split your head in seven parts like pangaea
so twist another i ain’t getting younger
it’s little brother, spitting thunder to wake these kids from slumber
you pop that g-y sh-t from the rock you living under
reminding me of michelangelo’s david, a d-ckless wonder
vicious hunter here to make you little b-tches suffer
i’ll hit a sucker with an axe like i’m splitting lumber
you better be some type of sprinter or olympic runner
or they’ll find you in the dumpster with your liver punctured
listen f-cker i’m a monstrous beast who wanders the streets
eating common is a conquerous feast
i’m the bottomless deep, comet demolishing fleets
you characters are carrot top, comic relief

[coal cash]

got to calling the ravenous, this style off the walls like gannicus
?? through savages with war hammers there’s honey badgers
a hacksaw to the ribs, let acid spit from your abdomen
havoc from battle tactics, dead rabbits package the pathogen
hacking through wack attempts of f-ggot trends that bend perception
dissect you, of course you’re wack, torn in half from the tendons stretching
etching my autograph in the -ss of my last victim
stick um in trash bags til every last f-g is with um
?? in the demolition of these wack hip-hop renditions
i’m sickened by simple systems they spit or they swindle symptoms
whose symbols dwindle indifferent, rekindled by dismal imprints
whittled like cripple infants that nibbled on nibble smidgens
prison’s a living h-ll, flood to swell in a ripple rhythm
omission from mission bells, shoot the sh-ll in their crystal prisms
conditioned having a cell just to dwell in the catacombs
they’re roaming a gathering, imagining that we had a home
known as a savage king, averaging astronomical
with acid flash back to third bar, scarred abdominal
phenomenal badgering, the hazard brings the finest company
it’s luxury enough to crush the dust on a snuffing spree
so f-ck with me and see what happens, it ain’t just rapping
cuz i’m backing what i speak and ?? if i release the kraken
hope you’re packing a gatling cuz i’m snapping through your regimen
our excellence is prominent, the dominance is evident

[grim]

this is it, pop raised me to be militant
not to rat, pop a cap, not to give a sh-t
don’t be eyeing me pal, you just a little b-tch
and the economy down, i’ll take a prison stint
for the thrill of it i’ll hack open innocents
then max smoking, back stroking through the river styx
i don’t care i will beat your head in with a brick
kind of rare if you see grim and he isn’t p-ssed
either i’m deaf or you must be dumb
cats you listen to i wish i can cut they tongue
most forgot where the f-ck they from
got me hoping for some change like a subway bum
it’s for your fake existence, the end of it is near
i’ll wooden stake you viciously and never shed a tear
you’re destiny is clear
like vito from sopranos you’ll forever be remembered as a queer
you exit through the rear when we come in the front
the knife on my hip, what good is a gun in the trunk
i’m punching your gut, running amuck
that glock like henry hill under pressure, it’s a stuttering f-ck
move you f-cks back, get your jaw, t–th and skull cracked
then tie you up and i’ll force feed you thumb tacks
i am not afraid of your whole bunch so f-ck that
today they are made with no guts like blunt raps

[coast]

you’ll get blasted for practice, put um in a casket
we make um take a bath in some hydrofluoric acid
the fat kid’s a b-st-rd, rocked up a flaccid
i tell a b-tch now bow down and kiss my d-mn d-ck
live wire my attire made of fine linen
dime women getting on their knees, homie i’m pimpin
i rip harder, my spit sharper than roman spears
beat a f-ggot with a baggage full of stolen beers
the sick puppy, who feel lucky? then roll the dice
but let me throw some light homie, you could blow your life
i’m not hasty, but crazy as sh-t maybe
they pay me for hits lately in gravy and big pastries
death to my enemies for centuries
my lineage is better by biologically, acknowledge me you idiots
i overdo it, spread sewage to the m-sses
ruthless b-st-rd, shooting ?? in their -sses
gag um with a bandage and tie them to the mattress
spark a pack of matches and burn um all to ashes
i’m day dreaming, my blade gleaming, i stay scheming
y’all take beatings, i’ll make it so you hate breathing
i ain’t even the type of cat that plays nice
have um scared to speak like they suffering from stage freight
i take vikes and get high then i go driving
and leave a trail full of blood across the whole island

“i am tired, i am weary. i could sleep for a thousand years…”

- barbarian council

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