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letra de such horrors too - gruesome twosome [fubar & subcon]

[verse 1: fubar]
wicked as they come, listening to pun
while i drag body parts trying to fit them in my trunk
living in the slums, city where i’m from
you’d get your head cut off while lifting up a gun
i am infinitely nuts, you hate when i show up
the minute that you run get your face and your throat cut
incision in your lungs, pray that i don’t thrust
and stick it in your gut just to bathe in the cold blood
it’s like the scene from “the shining”
blood in the hallways, indeed it is frightening
i know you’re skeptical, it seems like i’m lying
but i’m not, i actually live and breathe what i’m writing
spitting hot flames
rationalize by saying everything that i’ve done i did in god’s name
legеnd has it i am death and torment
headlеss horseman i am ichabod crane
since the age of fourteen
swinging a machete like i’m jason voorhees
welcome to my humble abode, window frames and doors keep
moving like it’s a maze but more bleek

[chorus: fubar]
you find it enticing
try and -n-lyze, lose you’re life in the crisis
mind is a vice grip
enter at your own risk knowing that people tend to die when inside it
[verse 2: sadida]
the name’s sadida, more than a danger
a force of nature in the torture chamber
no form of prayer will deny the execution
you can fight it, put your fists up like a revolution
time of death is useless, k!lling it constantly
while others sell out to rebuild the economy
we kick philosophy as food for thought
these fools are lost, knew the cost but threw them off
fame is a disease, got the game on repeat
all a circus act, ain’t no need to be naming the freaks
of course and why we come reporting live
reading the news ’cause there’s more to find
but recording time is what’s being abused
by each of the dudes who are really confused
what they speak in the booth is sacrilegious
my plans are twisted won’t even ask forgiveness

[chorus: fubar]
you find it enticing
try and -n-lyze, lose you’re life in the crisis
mind is a vice grip
enter at your own risk knowing that people tend to die when inside it

[verse 3: subcon]
what’s happening with your rapping? it wreaks of cr-p and
it’s just ass and like you crashed into sh-t like biff tannen
if i went back to the past i would alter the path of rap and
i would send it in a different direction with lesser traffic
i’d be a locomotive in motion on every track and
barrelling towards the future present you a trained assassin
with sentences, pen in hand and a pad i’m crafting my passion
don’t believe in a god but worship hip hop like the vatican
imagine if, this imaginative man flips
out an acrobat with the alphabet when the pen’s gripped
loud he spits and with his sheets so clean it’s like he shouts it
each wave he rides the tide and when he writes it’s like you’re drowning
a battleship grammatic attack a tactical strategist
a shark swimming with fishes they’re getting fried when i batter them
in a matter of moments these spits that fracture opponents ribs
are gut busting punches in bunches that crunch their abdomens

- gruesome twosome fubar subcon

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