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letra de merciless - ǝʇɐɔoʌpɐ s,†ıʌǝǝp ǝɥʇ

[intro: the deevil]
he said he wanted, the kut-throat, to come.. do this… okay?

[verse 1: the deevil’s advocate]
young toronto told me to leave you neonates shook, like an abusive baby sitter
so now i aim to jostle your brain’s cerebellum with tremors that are staying bitter
i don’t play fair, everything i say remains saltier than lacy spear’s son
intended to abstain from this pitiful cl-sterf-ck, even as jocular disses these are looking crazy dumb
now i need to shave away each and every of one these, hair-follicle, tiny modic-m, bars like sinea o’ conner
i swear some of you are about as sharp as amber rose’s bald lemon head, like y’all strive for dishonor
speaking of kemo therapy looking trollops, shaolin’s parasitic bars gave me pulmonary lymphoma at the very sight
who the f-ck even are half of you people? it’s like the darkest recesses of the site came out for sunlight
regardless, the k!ller lurks, leaving you riveted like rosie, biologically shocking, big daddy of sin like i pimped out e-v-e
i’m flipping dopamine and adam, while toronto’s creating shit like he’s finger to finger with god, not e.t
chef’s in shambles, flamingly flagrant, because shaolin land’s just rambles, faker than china town
all caps needs a paper bag mask after he rapped that ragged trash, even mf doom would frown
the cacodemon’s furnace of h-ll melting y’all like the wicked witch, everyone else’s bars akin to how the cowardly lion would sound
i hand out the l’s and y’all add the “gbt”, but i’ve got a q for you vacuous queers;
how come all your bars are looking more androgynous than david bowie and young m.a.’s tears?
chef is serving me with shit softer than b-tterscotchpie’s bars and avi alike
jason voorhees and i, eviscerating you invertebrates, spinal tapping, draining your marrow left and right
shaolin chef, the self-proclaimed mediator og, slaving on a site for free, too d-mn hardcore for me
isn’t your job to dissolve contention?
we’re supposed to disregard iq and judge by character? and not mention jay’s 10x the person you are in both regards?
you’re an empty book, cover to cover so there’s nothing other to judge by, all your disses are ambiguous cause you seemingly can’t read
going awol as i leave y’all deserted, mia, with a mental breakdown like bowe bergdahl
swapping this criminality for everybody’s pusillanimity, you gotta be kidding me, i’ll pretend like i never heard y’all
first, jay called out master chef junior on his bullshit, then the whole site turned into an amalgamation of retardation
indirect cross-dissing with logical bars missing, non-sequitur, labyrinthine garbage like every bar is penned by allcapsification
in all honesty, i hate all of you and didn’t even wanna do this, but when the king calls his kut-throat i’m happy to oblige
irreverent misanthrope’s not too much of a misnomer but at least i’m not jacking it to hentai, playing janet jackson and mary j. blige
glad shaolin can drop a track, dissing the whole site right before i throw this shit out here so it looks like i wasn’t writing this before him
everybody’s switching poles like channelpink’s role on the site, and every script is valued less than his opinions on the forum
30 tracks of full circle, turn the corner f-ck around, everybody’s spread eagle, face down like whitney houston, that’s my f-cking problem a$ap
is this in good spirit anymore? leaps of logic are abundant like a michael strahan/bobby christina brown tooth gap
canadians can’t clap, claims the misguided mistake of majuscule, all caps
dunno why onemandhandjob came in here at all, whitehats d-cking around in this mediator circle jerk, at least jc -ss-ssin was giving everyone dirt naps
dunno why scopey thought his input was valued, his bars leave you feeling more violated than wire taps
dunno why gabbles kept his references infantile, thankfully vesuvius could divulge his spiteful cr-p
dunno why zade, jc and dayer were the only ones with respectably written bars in their raps
72 bars is how you make a murderer, but this shit never ends like steven avery’s court proceedings
27 club literally has more bodies than anyone of you people have written, cobain’s got half a mind to stop reading
nevertheless, the omnipotent daemonum only entered in to drain your jugular and abscond
g*nius meets the king and the kut-throat, we’ll always have dominion over you vagabonds

- ǝʇɐɔoʌpɐ s†iʌǝǝp ǝɥʇ

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