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letra de murda rap - sc static

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(intro)
yeah, you should already know what to expect
this is anti-autotune, anti-mainstream, anti-radio, anti everything you stand for
yeah, i’m comin’ for blood, you know what this is?
this is murder rap

(verse 1)

yo
i’m a f-ckin beast, a disgustin freak rapin’ nuns and priests
cause i’ve been violent since the day that i discovered peace
never nothing sweet, i murder snares and leave the drums deceased
my pen can rupture sheets, stab a song and acupuncture beats!

you’re more than desperate i forced the weapon in your direction
the fork’s embedded in your intestine, you’re scorched and breathless
now you’re stored and kept in my bas-m-nt cellar that’s corpse-infested
born relentless, experimentin’ with different torture methods!

i was rhymin’ and making features while you was chasing divas
i’m a rapper and great achiever, you can’t relate to either
a sacred preacher, i’ll take a cleaver and slice your facial features
claiming that you sick when you p-ssies couldn’t break a fever!

i don’t give a f-ck about new cars and big claims
you can go to h-ll wit your smooth talk and b-tch claims
you shoulda known by now my true bars inflict pain
i bring terror to beats when i drool sparks and spit flames!

my words are wise, i rap hard, my flow is turnin’ tides
you’ll burn alive, i sip liquor and like my bourbon dry
i spit a verse of mine on stage with the curtains wide
so quit saying you gon’ murder guys, you wouldn’t hurt a fly

i keep the rhythm, the way i k!ll it, it should be forbidden
the demons risen, i’m lawless and don’t believe religion
you’ll be a victim, when i stab creatin’ deep incisions
so get familiar with fish cause you gon’ be sleeping with em’!

(chorus x2)
this is hip-hop fitted hats and baggy jeans
this is hardcore, sippin’ jack and p-ssing weed
this is headnod music, where the purple at?
f-ggots better put they purses back, this is murder rap

(verse 2)

i’m the main attraction, your brains are bashed in until it stains the napkin
i’m bringing what the game is lackin’, this is dangerous rappin’
your shameless p-ssion is pathetic, i can’t refrain from laughin
if i hear a track, i’m takin’ action, i’m a trained -ss-ssin

i’m in the booth with machetes, razors and tommy guns
i only rap over heavy b-ss and atomic drums
a verse of mine could leave the optics in your sockets numb
we’re all born wih an original sin, so why should i stop at one?

my lyrical ways are causing miserable fates
my criminal traits imtimidate political snakes
so now i’m puffin on this kush until my visuals fade
and takin’ rap to put it back in its original state!

i got a beat obsession that motivates me to write and seek progression
i spit key conceptions to release you from your deep depression
it’s cause of rap that i don’t need a weapon to release aggression
i bleed in heaven, i box with god and i dream inception

i keep it comin because i know you fans in need of substance
your speakers bumping from my vocals and obscene production
bang the repercussions till you suffer from a beat concussion
you know sleep f-ggots? well you about to meet his cousin

(chorus x2)
c-lance k!ll em all instrumental

- sc static

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