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letra de marsh // gates // echani - disjointed

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ya boys back, he grabbed mask off the hook

rebranding himself rip the tag off the book

a countdown when he pick his pad up to cook

fat, two faced, renewed vigour collapsing a brook

catch air like columbine

king the immortal, despair personified

bonified ghost sleeping in skin baring

his teeth to those who glare at the beast

dropping this sh-t means the weapon unleashed

bipedal arachnid sewing a web of deceit

from 11-3 he ready to peak

president z, armed to his venomous teeth

a menacing being too loud for the commoner

eminently qualified to f-cking pounce on you coddlers

ounce in the cupholder, drown in my b-tt soda

wait that’s not hard

anyway the purple prince of death is back to rock your world

with murky fins and breath when he talk it stirs

no mercy skin is shed and cops all stop, pop and lock

his swervy spit is hot as coffee burns

an evil eye for the plan of distruction

a demon’s night to execute volcanic eruption

damage entrusted to the man of corruption

hemorhaging nations with penmanship he sever quick with hammers of tungsten

he manic and distant, crashing family picnics

666 carved on his hands in his thick skin

sparring for cheese in drunken brawls

hear the song of the thieves, his ominous theme plays

when he roll onto the scene

his soul split apart, and it’s cold in his heart

all the gold in the world wouldn’t shoulder the dark

of a past prime veteran animal, not giving

enough of a f-ck about leveraging anything tangible

but he broke and ain’t having it

choking saint catherine

with a rope he strain cacklin, brain

matter weight more than your dame’s abdomen

and that’s sayin something, ain’t that some sh-t

you a sappy b-tch

i make the kinda music that you rock to

i make the kinda music that make mobs groove

i make the kinda music that invokes lawsuits

you make the kinda music you suck c-cks to

your no no’s are froyo jojo’s a go go

hobos go low in rowboats for ho ho’s

disjointed irl chrollo, if you not a snake

you go extinct like the dodo, oh no

yo yo master, kept on the dl

flex monster rep my dogs invest proper we ill

we worth it, we dope, we earned it

we know, keep burnin smoke and throw a bone for we shills

f-ck it

who more prominently f-cking up of the globe like we

who else f-cking up your home like we

if i ever find a clone of me or sin or mawth

then i’ll personally track ‘em down and feed them to the hogs

c-ck it, bang, it’s only a matter of time

pop the gates up to 8, lead to a rapper’s demise

on my plate, eating compet-tors up with a salad to dine

mad in the mind, im a f-cking cantankerous, dangerous

actual swine, im animal, back up or die

we on top, independant imminent showmanship

yah yah, f-cking invented nah you rented the ownership

ha ha, sipping a pot you weren’t even given, don’t hold it b-tch

pop off, with a colorless venom that’d shiver the f-cking spine of jehova, man

or open up open wound til body fluids and blood spill over in

to the cauldron calling all sp-wn

im a zombie, im an all star

cue to the music, fear the future

go to hall mark, pay the call charge

we’re the destined, you the faker

meet your bested, screw the maker

lose the paper, gain the peace of mind

who’s the savior, may be me in time

im in a place you couldn’t imagine

f-cking fate til it losing the magic

miss you i can’t, perusing the badlands

skimp on the great, shoot for the masters

but im kinda already there

the general public already scared

call ready knocksteady and clawed up many f-cking

chipped, splintering stairs

imma go wild and imma go rip

if im in town you better dip

with or without, you and your clique

ya’ll are just clowns, makeup and wig

i been on it since the fall off

you been on it like a mall cop

we akin to eye of sauron

you the type to main sombra

hey buddy boy, im nutty boy

don’t f-ckin toy with my sc-mmy noise

boomslang bring something different

to listen, you rep dunder mifflin

i swear to god, n-body f-ck with us

you ain’t done f-cking up, you just won’t toughen up

you ain’t got nuts or nothing ugh ,lets follow up

it’s mask boy, he bringing the pain, like n-body do it

ya’ll soy, soiling humble music with number 2s and

im here, crippling the game like echani

imma rip it in the name of shinigami, imma body

anybody with a following, it’s not my calling but i’m on it

honestly i don’t want it, but it’s haunting me every night

i thought about it, im out of my mind in the worst way possible

but even still im unstoppable

grow up or more so get force choked and throw up

pump up your torso with torsels of bone crushed

im normal, but bored so i’ll torch homes with short bows

my hormones to sure blow, the storm grow like soma

seeping in the windows and the walls, it’s a

evil liquid different from the simple things we all know

but isn’t, all my songs ominous, all your songs shamalan

disjointed seen in sith holocrons, he known to put the bob in ross

don’t mean to brag, you and i needne’t even spar

your b-tch ringo star, my b-tch visas marr

lacerate them vaping woebegongs

after activating my -ssasination protocols

call me mandalore, hand some more ammo and i’ll end rhymers

with vibroswords and and armies rivaing empire’s

d-mn it all, you done did it, i didn’t want to but i have to

some fit the bill, but others need a mask to

take the path that you’re given, nah im in a weirder lane

after bodying a boy then i commandeer their grave

with a shovel and a lot of beer, is it hot in here

or is it just my tape, who is to say

imma need the digits for the cell

you’s a b-tch and i can tell, so hit me on the tel

put 50 on my sidedeck, credits on the table

stimmys aren’t a slight threat, no medicine im able

grab yourself a cup of the juma

nothing f-cking up my love of you losers

take the bus or bust a hut while he bust a nut for

brianne, eating a twi’lek, me man

steaming, leave him scheming, ski mask

steep asking price, to see shrapnel fly

it’s mr boombastic fantastic satchel guy

actual jedi master man with a master plan

coming to slack off with with his slacks off again

blast off again, leaving battle rappers bankrupt

y’all are bantha, im a dragon, im a rankor

im a savage, you a novice, looks bad for you little hobits

got mol-sses in the noggin, with a bad b-tch in my coffin

- disjointed

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