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letra de cataclysmic verses - scorpion squad

[produced by ____]

[hook: scratches x3]
got through the struggle with those cataclysmic verses
i’m possessing the words to put my enemies in he-rs-s

[verse 1: gamemast15r]
ten million ways to die, choose one
bullets ricochet and hit from who’s gun?
put your hands where my eyes can see or lose one
with the lines that hit harder than kuzgun
i hit with the powers of earth, wind & fire
you water your sh-t down, to become the shining star your desire
but when the .44 revolve like the earth around the sun
then i’ll strike down on your planet with the force up from my gun
i take your squad and steamroll it to a flat earth
and b.o.b.’s airplane will be the one to crash first
this ain’t flat to fact, this is rap to rap
whip out the glock and cuffs if you wanna go back to back
whip out the boxing gloves if you wanna go match to match
and bring out the cops and bugs if you wanna go rat to splat
but don’t come to the pad thinking that you can last
cause i’ll make sure you f-ckin’ bleed and throw you right into the trash

[verse 2: almighty u-sorcerer]
and then recycle your -ss because we been the waste management
erased savages, giving your -ss some face damages
i’m god to y’all so praying to someone else is straight blasphemous
my aim’s accurate, i was trained to slay accidents
mc’s sweet like b-tches when they get eyed on tinder
but we be screaming at these n-ggas like michael richards
career-ending, this worldwide warfare that i’m spearheading
fear sending n-ggas off the edge and got their peers begging
that’s that peer pressure, break your spine with a guitar pick
spit bars sars sick with narcostic b-tches, gotta hard d-ck
don’t seem too alarmed like the fire drill was planned
you get split in half like a belko businessman
this ain’t no walk-in clinic, my verses only a minute wait
i don’t drink no minute maid, rappers, i eliminate
my enemies in he-rs-s, my energy emerging
i’m rosemary’s child, you’ll hope her pregnancy reverses

[hook]

[verse 3: gamemast15r]
who the f-ck let the dogs out the cage?
we’re not the baha men, we got jaws that’ll tear up your steak
full of despair and hate, with the stare of an ape
to see the destruction of the universe, i’m the bearer of fates
i smear blood upon the ink with my p-ssion in full
i crack earth like i cracked galactus’s skull
i’m the glacier that smashed through the t-tanic hull
the same temperature as my soul while it dies in the cold
the thing from another world, crash from the sky
i -ssimilate these mc’s, get off your -ss or you’ll die
the philosophy of horror from the mind of john carpenter
the only author that’s truly prepared for the slaughter
how many f-cking times do i have to throw out a verse
that’s so cataclysmic that you’ll f-ckin’ die in a burst
of fire, a catastrophe that originates a curse
i can’t wait for it again, but for now, i’ll watch ’em repopulate the earth

[verse 4: almighty u-sorcerer]
my catalog’s cataclysmic, i destroy every forensic
i bring tremendous danger cause my recklessness relentless
a bit pretentious, my inventions will leave you headless
or breathless, collectively the scorpions are senseless
decapitate a n-gga, this ain’t my imagination
the fascination of death always been my navigation

[hook]

[verse 5: gamemast15r & almighty u-sorcerer]
we slay rhymes to the base line
the way i destroy these beats make it look like a hate crime
battered and bruised, no matter which way you will lose
either way i’ll make each of your page look like seuss
hit you in the face with the deuce, you better pay all your dues
respect the conglomerate, i know that you’re hating the truth
but truthfully, i don’t need to say much else
here’s the almighty sorcerer, destroying you from h-ll
40 to his head like he heard the beat, his head bobbing
pressured the electric waves on you like i pressed charges
ignoring these n-ggas like my ex calling, let me get started
three in his chest, ben wallace, onto the next coffin
young n-gga running sh-t like i’m in the head office
checking p-ssies off my list like i just went shopping
opened my voicemail to a hundred and nine death threats
n-gga dimed for a dime, and i been keeping the ten since

- scorpion squad

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