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letra de sinister 88 - donnie menace

[intro: donnie menace]
yo, 5th element my n-gga. you ain’t ready for this one. i’m ’bout to spaz out with a sinister 88 f-cking bars. you ready for this sh-t, listen

[verse: donnie menace]
with the verbal i’m dispersing eternal d-mnation
in the booth i put in more work than plantations
most can’t take it when i get into it, stand for brutalness and gruesomeness because it’s hard to swallow like a sudafed
i pursue with looniness, always blooming with gloominess
staying true to my roots and you’ll see me moving with lunatics
you think that you can spit? well you don’t know who you’re fooling with
i’ll seduce your b-tch and stick your crucifix to her uterus
and do it ’til her womb is ripped
tell me how you like that
you wanna see your crew gеt ripped, this fella is the right cat
i don’t writе raps, they’re death notes, don’t write back
they creep on you like acid tabs when you get your spine cracked
i bring a new zone to these backpack raps
putting machetes to your shoulders like backpack straps
i back-smack f-gs and haters and perpetrators and make ’em feel the impact like gangsters when they clap that mac
so if you wanna get up in my way and disrespect and disobey then you can kiss away your -rs-nal when it gets disarrayed
i’ll dislocate your little brain from your little brittle frame
humiliating any b-tch n-gga that gets up in my range
sinfully incinerate n-ggas ’til they disintegrate
obliterating b-tches, i’m vicious while you just imitate
you’ll feel a twist of fate because every single day, i turn rhyme ciphers into camp crystal lake
you better get away like mobb deep when i drop these bars, putting holes in your skull like a f-cking zombie
it’s like the purgatory realm, assign me to be a walking contradiction, ungodly but godly
your hourglass is pouring and you’re running out of time
throw you off a f-cking building if you think your style is fly
ripping out b-tches hearts making bl–dy valentines
i’ll blow out my own brains just to say i’m out my mind
i’m the god of homicide, straight up letting the blunt spark
we’re all bound to die let me give you a jumpstart
i gotta see someone scarred and someone scared
i’m on my job with this corrupt career
i’m someone dares to step up and get at me they’re finished
i’ll relentlessly get to ending an enemies existence
i’m ahead of the regulars, you’ll never meet resistance
i’m itching to take your breath like a nicotine addiction
no one’s as sick as me with writtens, that’s why these victories i’m getting
vocab is vicious and my similes are hitting
if you’re attempting to step in my premise i’m flipping with quickness
inflicting and then missed him with or without a witness
kid i kick it, the grimace is sickness without a gimmick
i’ll p-ss on these sh-tty spitters and rip ’em down to their gristle
when i get to the sinning i’m never apologetic
i’ll slit you for sixty minutes and fill your mouth with the pistol
i got issues, there ain’t n0body sicker
i’ll pop a dizzle and jerk off to dead body pictures
who’s as morbid as me? or horrid as me?
watching execution videos is p-rno to me
lyrical leatherface i’ll slaughter the beat
strangle adam and eve with the snake and i’ll leave ’em in the garden deceased
i’ll blaze a quarter of tree and start freestyling voodoo curses ’till i start to see flames rise and then ghouls emerging
beat your skull with a hammer you can’t touch this
cutting through jugulars just so i can get my blunt fix
bring the ruckus, duck and cover or get cut kid
i’ll pull your brains out through your nose, king tut sh-t
i’m conducting corruption cause corruption is my function, brains get put under seduction k!lling, no reluctant
examining your sufferings, when will you die off?
i wanna see you take a blowtorch to your eyeb-lls
necrophiliac, getting my necrophile on
dead v-g-n-s are, they’re kinda like the slide i slide off
i’m like a cyborg that’s possessed, unstoppable
stopping you bl–dy p-ssy cramps like a midol
the day i die is not the day i sign off
i’m keeping gems hidden so any day you can find more
why the f-ck do you think i’m writing all these rhymes for? it’s for the legacy
f-ck the ice and the fly cars
those are accessories, see me in h-ll then step to me
i spit sick vomit like the pre-stages of pregnancy
i’m threatening, track four, homicidal tendencies
drinking hennessy on top of a pile of dead celebrities
an mc that n-ggas attempt to be but will never be
heavy beats dement the speech with the intensest energy
purest sensitivity, splurging negativity
lividly i pray that protestors try to censor me
if your mental’s elementary then you gon’ catch my hand
and messaging that i keep embedded in my rhapsodies
cuts through all the menacing in the lyrics here that i use
it’s really meant to be rap therapy for psychos
lyrically i’ll slice you, burn you and murder you and leave you missing and k!ll any f-ggot that tries to search for you
the aftermath of madness is purely [immersible?]
rip your insides outside, make your body reversible
every verse i use is guaranteed to slaughter your mental
boy you’re a wreck, you spitting these flames is like you’re having a talk with the devil
professional, listen with headphones and i be blowing your brain away
like the year of my birth you got hit with the sinister 88
[outro: donnie menace, klive kraver & bouncer]
yo i’m about to slaughter this motherf-cker man i got something for this cat
aye bro it’s chill my n-gga, it ain’t even that serious
nah, nah ties f-ck that sh-t homie yo, son’s about to get it, just watch
he just stereotyped up as n-ggas and yo ass went and got that. for real bro, chill
look man, you coming with me or you not, it’s one or the other, i’m going regardless
i came to cut b-tches, i didn’t mean literally motherf-cker
alright man one…gonna get this motherf-cker. hey f-ggot remember me!? how’s this for a outfit switch?
i tell you to come back with some clothes that fit and you come back with a f-cking trench coat? and where’s your boy? he’s probably waiting by my car to bust a cap in my ass and then go in my pockets and take all my ends, or whatever you kid say in the hood
look dude, i’m giving you one more chance to let me in. if you don’t let me in it’s gonna be the biggest mistake you ever f-cking made
no!
okay, now you gotta die motherf-cker along with everybody else ahahahaha!
oh my god, what the f-ck are you doing with a chainsaw? are you some kind of maniac? get that sh-t out of here!
off with your head b-tch!
get that thing away from me, get away from me ahhhhh!
nitebreed!

- donnie menace

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