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letra de the final test - rorshax

[verse 1: canibus]
she said she don’t like chiggers
well, i’m a fort kass kentucky n-gger with ky jelly on my timber
the indian giver crying macho down by the river
eating a taco cleaning my tobacco filter
rawhide skinner, my fräulein should cook my dinner
she throw empty plates at me and i won’t hit her
i’m slumped over my drivers hatch gettin’ some rest
’cause sometimes sleep’s better than s-x
canibus, why you such a mathematical pr-ck?
’cause today’s cancel culture ain’t got so grit
i get it, see rorshax? they don’t undеrstand what we did
the past was that, the futurе is this
all the world’s a stage with actors just reading a script
written in red, edited to entertain the dead
music druids in tunics on a border bridge
that need id to cross over a ridge
across the grid where the rubicon is
where the ole yucatan one and half ton grizzly lives
rip the jacker rorshax, fun facts, gun racks driving m-raps
with run flats and radial dunlaps
compelling common themes between clowns in comical memes
clearly nightmarish demonstrable dreams
students gather together in a dark college dorm
burning olive oil during a ppower outage from a storm
unmanageable electric bill prices from energy crisis
now they’re fighting over who’s the nicest
hip-hop is beginning to miss me and they’re standing for delivery
but i don’t give a cr-p what they think of me
rtj on my dog tag, rock mics with rorshax
200 bars of rap
kansas city steel gatling cylinder wheels spinnin
blood spills on cambodian k!lling fields
you bolshevik beanie boi’s eating vegan seaweed soy
massaging tofu cream on your haemorrhoids
a jackalope with burro ears andrew cumo hair
see through lingerie wear in neil cavuto’s chair
fiddling with the compass and square, they scared and unaware
now you drowning in greta thunberg tears
impeding modern travel by land, sea and air
you take the elevator, i’ll take the wooden stairs
oh alistair, you’re so contrair – how bout we stop right here
and i don’t know go outside and get some air
and maybe go down to trafalgar square and grab a beer
call my buddy peter thiel we’ll talk palantir
when you factor in the despair it quickly becomes difficult to bear
“are we clear? am i getting any traction here?”
i feel like gen. mcnamara when the collapse was near
he’d just stand there and stare with matted hair
outside 16 downing street
the chaplin met us there to have prayer with former prime minister blair
among other high ranking players from foreign affairs
i paid cab fare from grafton square to get there
i was ordered to thread the needle, gillie sait rifle out the gazebo
coleco vision with thermal nvg’s though
they fog up when i breathe slow.pluck that f-ckin’ pedo
i swear on the life of every negro!
eloh! elohim! halo-la li lu lay low
you better do what the f-ck i say, yo!
the right to bear arms is natural law
just ask grandpa, with 22lr in his handcart
who promoted me to the local valhalla vanguard
as assistant to heimdel at watchtower at asgard
if you ever again even attempt to take me to task with rap bars
and don’t guard your ass i’ll hang you by one arm
super glue your b-lls to pendulums of glass shards
counterbalance your weight-a b00ble trap work of art
son of a b-tch! son of a b-st-rd!
sniffling, sneezing. coughing, aching, upset stomach and fast talk
as you are slowly fillet’d in the name of allah hu akbar
exactly what i downloaded the app for
dr. crossing his legs folding his hands
quietly conducting plans for your fecal transplant
two f-ggots sitting at a pr-noun bar in miramar
sharing the same straw to compare jaws
i met a morgan stanley, work from home
crypto nanny, she gotta’ bungalow out in miami
she said you’re so brave for standing up to them…… thank you
now they’re gonna’ put a gun to ya’ head and make you!
they track you to wack you and stack you! you can’t take it back dude
it’s too late too, ’cause cash rules!
look in the mirror! what you see? bravo sierra!
yeah? i see a ripper from the modern era!
duckbill blades duck taped around each hand in such a way
the samurai grins and spins in place
bad leroy brown, shogun flowin’ and glowin’
you can’t go where you’re looking if you don’t look where you’re goin
battlefield tours to the grocery store
after i visit whichever wh0re owes me more
start with the tomatoes and regular green okra
tastes great with eggs and sweet potato on the sofa
see what’s growing wild outside, picking blue berries for blue berry pie with a bucket and my spirit guide
i can tell by ya’ garden sweat you’re hardly hardened yet
put the beer down & go work on that garden bed
300 black out rifles! mad max motorcycles!
trust me, man, we ain’t nothing like you!
desert digital chest rigs, citizens arrest you pigs
i don’t know if i’ma let you live!
airborne active camouflage satellite drone bodyguards
if i was you i’d get back in the car!
government vip search and rescue squad
private entourage at the parrot club in san juan..
from a tiny little house in nantucket
in a rusty, mustard colored el camino gas bucket
i try to give up rap, but i can’t ’cause i love it!
i’m tired of these gotd-mn puppets!
91 meters, two legged caribou on the avenue!
rip the jacker! rorshax with the alley hoop!
cover me while i move! (rorshax: i got you covered!)
one hundred! “yo! rorshax!” show ’em how a ripper does it!
[verse 2: rorshax]
i know most of you all won’t be able to handle this a federal officer under the influence of canibus usp leavenworth, i gave birth to bars behind bars respected by guards and inmates of all races and cars i’m only co that could convince a hardcore convict to step in the booth and do a hardcore song with but sarah mclaughlin let this animal out of its cage so i can rush the stage, grab the mic, and roid rage young in the game, but at that age where the doctor’s prescribing me injectable t and sublingual winni-v now i can get on the microphone and say anything i wanna with more testosterone than obama’s baby mama i’m square they say, but rip the airwaves like its tubular i got a hundred bars so sansei will know i’m a warrior

so i can deploy overseas to rap in cantonese and have armies of chinese commies falling to their knees
no retreat, no surrender, i’ve got a strong back bone but under pre-traumatic stress thinking of the war back home i’m p-ssed at racists and white nationalists canibus and rorshax are lyricist supremacists and i’m about to have rappers from new york to compton coming to kansas city just to feel the speaker stomping i’ll have all of arrowhead stadium holding up a lighter cause life’s a witch, and my lyrics casts spells to fight her oh, say can you see the star spangled banner’s a banger it’s part of a seance the royals use to enchant their batter my rhymes are a homerun you try to catch but you miss and have black cats on broom sticks howling at the moon when it hits bringing back unique rhyme schemes, i know you missed it you may have to rewind, my mind is twisted and conflicted and obviously there’s no phrase i’m afraid to mutter androgynously i can be both your father and your mother
’cause i’ll damage you with rhyme techniques d-ck cheney don’t approve and abandon like that dude steve did from blue’s clues then get approved for welfare and wic of course after i take myself to family court for child support making an honest livin’ had the judge’s head spinnin’ oh yeah baby, #winnin’

i cr-p on mainstream rap to fertilize the soil i irrigated record labels farming for puppets irritated

the cattle they sedated are defibrillated and the hip hop audience has been redesignated

to where they feel it deep down…the hardcore underground!
i’m landlord jamar’s party p–ping uninvited guest bringing a word salad he could never fully digest i’m treating hip-hop like a charity for-profit gave a filthy buck fifty and he can’t write off it the line between lyrical and abominable is being blurred when i spit some sh-t more absurd than the t-rd of amber heard i’m saying i can conquer the rap game while i’m dropping a deuce i’m living proof the new school is a sh-tty excuse but when i used their toilet, something started moving beneath it i don’t know what it was but felt i needed to keep it a secret ’cause i got ninety-nine problems, and their plumbing is not one of them and it won’t be long, friends, until i visit you in your home again no invitation? i’ll commit a home invasion and squatter’s rights will have you tied up in litigation i’ll fart on your pillow to give your eyes irritation then join a campaign to support all forms of immigration

su casa! mi casa!

the words i speak will wreak the nostrils of la raza humana i bet you all think it’s disgusting i’m discussing this over gourmet dinner plates of percussion and bass i’m not trying to be in a movie they’ll show you on imax i’m strapping bombs to the speaker box to take you straight to the climax my sour words radiate millions of people by the hour even the pentagon is threatened by my nuclear power
there’s a lot to scoff because america seems feeble i ought to squat and cough to free that bald eagle negotiating peace talks, uncle sam rung my samsung up he said some cow dung and so i just hung up acts of righteous anger are twenty-two times better than a disgruntled veteran giving in to the war within 14 years us army, ci after mp all that sharp training i swear it gave me ed filed a claim with the va, i bet i’m the first who tried it no shock to anyone, of course they denied it but when i’m in the booth i perform with all i got and i’ll get aroused if i move crowds like travis scott yeah, i’ll go at it. yeah, i got bad habits my speech may get me blasted by special weapons and tactics but everything that comes out of me is as fresh as mint that’s why i won’t hesitate to p-ss in the wind

with my mouth open, i’ll go underground and railroad a track attack the airwaves and free more slaves than the first step act whatever it is hip hop thinks it can do to me won’t be as bad as reagan flooding crack in the black community i’ll emerge from the lion’s den yelling “let’s go brandon” louder than a ukrainian missile siren and there’s still no trump card that can save the human species we forgot the will of the creator and treat each other like feces now the heavenly host upstairs has the right to remain silent and i’m left wondering why most of my prayers turn violent but it’s a blessing that created a talent this amazing got me rising to higher degrees than a freemason freebasing but i’m not a rising star, i’m like a meteor coming to crush the media if they picture me coming from a far my bars will club you like a caveman in a pelt of a lion and kick you like the third-degree black belt of orion i’m sirius! me and the pen game never waiver, dammit if anybody takes us for granite, we’ll celestial body the planet men are from mars, so get your asses back to venus ’cause there’s no p-ssy on earth that can get in between us!

- rorshax

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