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letra de carrie white vs. jeff the killer - rabi

[verse 1: carrie white (garbagegothic)]
there’s nothing much you could be armed with to harm me
after i come in and wreck the track like it was a dinner party
can’t land the right hook with readers, so you took your punches and swung low?
but you couldn’t knock me out with a bucket’s worth of blood flow!

[verse 2: jeffery woods (vladimyr p.)]
this matchup makes me wish i would’ve just hit snooze…
‘cause it seems that your rhymes were straight outta the liu!
so can this cooped up, chewed up schoolgirl really tear me?
when you still get pushed by the kids who call you “creepy carrie!”

[verse 3: carrie white (garbagegothic)]
it’s mind over brutes, so that knife that you choose to resign with will scrеw you; my psyche’s a tool used when bringing thе carnage
this jester pester a queen? didn’t think you’d find a death worse than being left to fester in the mind of deviant artists!
you pale to white in this fight
take some notes and i think that you might learn
it takes more to inflict fright than to have the white face and knife blades you bite straight from myers
your writer’s in need of some english lessons
thinking the mention of fire and bleach will bring the height of your peak
you try to be bleak- now your writing’s just seen as edgier brightburn!
i don’t want to battle this, i’m normally a pacifist
but i won’t sit back- let this rap get run down by a m-s-ch-st!
you’ll get a comeuppance and kick the bucket! photoshop won’t horrify us
woods’ all bark and no bite, and i left him a forest fire
[verse 4: jeffery woods (vladimyr p.)]
speaking atop a throne built on direct-to-garbage sequels?
between your rhyming and mother, i can’t tell which is the bigger evil
can’t even land one victory, something this psychic can’t reach
so how about you add to your fire by adding some bleach?!
i’m not scared of anything that this coward howler screams
no wonder you went psycho, you even copied the shower scene!
i’ve ripped out intestines that looked better than what you hand me
got choked up on her own words, i’ll see you in h-ll with randy!
you’re not scary, carrie, you’re more like jane to me!
learn to stick up for yourself without losing rage and getting moody!
i didn’t think you could drop the ball harder than in your intro
but you’ve collapsed upon yourself, like your botched stock-home syndrome!

- rabi

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