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letra de road to valhalla (vulgarian) - coal cash

anything i make is murderous built like h-ll’s gates my terminus
leave verbalist charred behind the bars like i’m cerberus
i’m turning this art to spark the dark when infernos start
the marks that i’ve shown will burn you clones like you’re joan of arc
i roam with sharks, body parts turn to party confetti
ready to rock sh-t, a missile drop kick like marty jannetty
all ready to top pick to locksmith your triple optic
watch it overload and then explode like you’re hardly ready
ungodly the medley, the most deadly and my squad is heavy
ya petty entourage could grill my bars if they don’t dodge the chevy
i’m every god, this balrog reps the monstrous
an ominous clan the pimp hand is hecatonchires
the best accomplice is one with no clue to it
to do this sh-t planed like thoughts ran by computer chip
and souls maneuver with the scripts of a designer brand
till man stands a loser in a future that v-g-n-s ran
as time expands to and back to its origin
the end don’t exist, it will persist as the core extends
immortal lens that transcends where the seed’ll sprout
i’m far out your league, you all precede while i lead the route
believe or doubt it evens out while i exceed the count
surmount every degree, slaughter emcees just to feed the hounds
the greed astounds how these clowns rise to prominence
with dominance in my sounds should adore the crown of all astonishment

holler odes to odin on a road to valhalla
cuz these slave’ll split you open once we broken our collar
i don’t follow any laws, waging wars deny the shackles
til valkyries carry me from the day i die in battle
[2x]

hit like a vicious spike, your armadillo stance got rookie flow
these d-ck crickets bite like their pillow pants the p-ssy troll
you should be told f-ck rapping why you even talking
coffin what you stow cuz your flow sounds like stephen hawking
believe you’re awesome to make a fortune off your stupid raps
on track get slapped around, no one’s down with that putrid cr-p
these cats should drown in a puddle of p-ss and vomit
stomping their trampled frame, turning their brain to a scrambled omelet
dismantle your conscious, you don’t want it i’m more than monstrous
accomplish with clout, drilling your b-tches mouth like an orthodontist
i’m sort of bonkers, slaughter and conquer what you fit for swagger
dagger through these clowns and underground is where i stick cadavers
spit liquid magma at these d-ck cricket rappers
phony actors rapping b-tch sh-t, think they spit with the masters
only after they l1ck the d-ck tip to stick sh-t in their -sses
the craft you spit’s insipid even on whippets or hits of acid
you b-st-rds better zip it, my snippets could rip anthologies
apologies in advance, soon all of your fans’ll follow me
like colonies of ants, highly advanced transcendental
potential to sh-t your pants through the expanse of my mental
wrap tendrils round the lobe of your temple
squeeze til your thoughts explode through the holes of your nose from momento
i could hold the crescendo a gory tempo hattori hanzō
doing kempo with a ginsu suggest what i been through, it’s innuendo

(hook)

i’ll knock your t–th out like a dentist, rocking with menace, you’re like rocky dennis
a tempest of godly wrath, your style’s gas like a n-z- chemist
cannot be blemished, hemorrhage your gang while i bang relentless
pretentious or slang hard, i slain gods like the fangs of fenrirs
with vengeance i sang, my blades rang like the wails of banshees
vigilante to ravage through your cabbage like savage comanche
soak through the panties of every chick in your family
cuz they love that manly sh-t like taking d-ck in the f-nny
my fans be ready to see me with these gold plated grammar phones
known for bomb threats i got a complex to stand alone
i hone the best elements excavated from underground
clowns get decimated i defecated on their sundered crown
don’t wonder now how my style will never state it plain
insane how i spit, your fame ain’t sh-t you just fit the lame
my brain equipped with multiple voices like i’m crazy
but it’s mainly from aliens that pray to me from the pleiades
i may be a demigod like paul atreides known for k!lling words
i purge the throne of kings, own everything like the bilderbergs
it still a t-rd even if preferred by these wacko f-cks
cr-p taste like sh-t no matter the ways you wrap it up
came back like mukluks trekking over trails of tears
spitting spears through brains with perfect aim to impale your ears
detail your fears til it sears an image of my face
in a place you’re scared to look, your soul get shook when i flood with hate

(hook)

- coal cash

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