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letra de the halloween cypher - brotherhood of darkness

[verse 1: lingo]
my crew spit h-ll-fire, what the f— y’all packin’?
i’ll put you to sleep in dungeons with dragons
busters acting i’m just for thrashing if i ever tongue-twist
it’s just an accent… just imagine if michael jackson was still alive
with 2pac in cuba but no! i found strange what’s just happened
stranger things demogorgon in my bed wall scratching
my rhyme flow bust it like a shottie blast
hatchet like crowley slash or equal of body-bag
take a hike, 15 minutes of hype
in these streets are trife, they’ll k!ll you for a nike
the holocaust; i brought hitler back
bang bang and cl!ck-clack, you cannot see past
we fiend for a scheme, the team is plotting cash
compare your rhyme with us, see it’s prolly trash

[verse 2: mad]
blow a clip, solar-eclipse, the older see i flow with ease
i blow the cheese, voices in my head, i’m on some schizo sh-t
wrestle a cobra then a pit so lemme light a spliff
while my body is punctured by the bite of a mastiff
that’s how you know i’m p-ssed
go and throw a bone to pig half these rappers don’t even see
the flow and verbs co-exist! they ain’t got one
shogun, just stop son… here is a tip though
go deepthroat a shotgun, you blowin’ up now
all over yo mother’s couch, the marathon’s on your tongue
the way you run your mouth!
bunch of parasites, not on my sight, cut it out
insanity the villain’s drilling cavities, ain’t funny now
hahahaha, some pennywise bizarre sh-t
i will smith slap your vertebrae and break yo arm quick
in hong kong king kong fighting army car sh-t
nah, you all actors just reading on the wrong script
[verse 3: m4x h34dr00m]
you ain’t got the bars that it takes when i drop a fat verse
wet shirt—i’m aiden pearce hacking a network
expert; curse my every blessing then i gets cursed
so that way, you will see what’s coming handy when i get jerked
bet thirst, everytime i adam lanza slaughter kids
got big ‘caines, rick james, b-tch i knock’em dead
that’s why i got yo girl thot like a bobblehead
right before we do sadako in your waterbed
ain’t even nearing this, stand still like an pyramid
bomb packages from syria to an myriad of lyricists
exorcist in the labyrinth, serial k!ller of sheriffs
i pump for the hunt, you defunct like datpiff
the french said to me “c’est la vie”, so hate on he
flame a filét beef or blaze on tree, always will stay on here
so dope when they ask who’s nice i namedrop me

[verse 4: damien kage]
you wanna know the truth? you ain’t doin’ what yo’pposed to do
this rap sh-t and flowin’ tool is for a chosen few
you fake sh-t, how the f— i’m gonna cope with you?
and i’ma split like the staff in hand of moses do
you too emotional and never had to work in rain
never had a bad day with effort in vain
i don’t fear cartels like ms-13
will turn to ms-0 when they see my team
know where you go bro i traced yo fingertips
i hope yo see ma f-kking face when you think of this
acute pain that you never ever experienced
have you leaking from a hole like a period
i’m so gifted for that manhandle
go to yo funeral holding an black candle
looks like a bald guy who use shampoos
mafia mob ties, fedoras and then gambles
[verse 5: the researcher]
these haters ran they mouth enough, i shank ’em
girl who disappeared covered in her own blanket
don’t bite on your writers ‘cus you ain’t them
everyone’s a goat even tho n0body rank them
i used to leave a trail of blood respected from my hatred
bitcoin was the currency that you wasted
change my respect disconnected from the matrix
now i see a black smoke floatin’ in my bas-m-nt
i’m ballin’ out different type of wealth
eat a mushroom, think it’s gonna heal my health
so don’t measure the extent of this pleasure
meditatin’ on tibet to get rid of pressure
seek for money see that bees will sip the honey
take responsibility for packin’ eag’s tommy’s
only way i can be hated… is if they love me
neva’forget, hezbollah where my zone is

[verse 6: nixon]
necrophilia, pedophilia, i do both
ghost rider’s penance stare? i got no soul
said to this hoe if you gotta p–sy you have to show
bubblegum on her tongue look like chow chow’s
i never contradict, yo b-tch? got the cobra d-ck
catch you with your b-tch, do the berkowitz
when i sing the microphone’s glistening
beat your moahf—in’ ass like ali and sonny liston
ha, i push my sister down the stairs
but only because i was possessed by alastair
two-bl–dy cleavers i got an pair
i’m reincarnated as your nightmare’s worst fear
shh, she drink the p-ss of my d-ck
she had to grab with both hands cuz it’s so thick
it’s an hannibal feast that we all eat
phosphorus and gasoline of course i’m lit
[verse 7: c-eight]
scarred tragedy weep the bars cloudy scenery
disasterous by nature, i’m often a walking tragedy
been a problem, you should do more than award a faculty
i’m cut from a different cloth, i turn y’all into tapestries
the smackraw show, no rob van dam
try f— wit da gawd, you don’t stand a godd-mn chance
most these rappers prolly got hand cramps
so i’m blowin’ these p-ssies up like arabian taliban’s
uh, corny dudes copy but they all are no threats to me
they want the whole recipe, i p-ss in they pepsi’s
bad energies surrounding crows due to the pessimist
challenge but don’t see this teamwork synergy
i torture’em, let’em bleed, slaughter’em
machete swings on top of your face
i turn yo body for a pedigree for my pits to eat
no one’s iller than us like the wrong turn scene
my sharp wax line got you spilling your guts, mothaf…

- brotherhood of darkness

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