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letra de scorzilla verses lockdown - scorzayzee

when zilla comes to lunch
you need a hundred plates
he eats a million melons like a it’s bunch of grapes
he feeds his elephants with snakes that he hunts in a lake
monkey brains with flake and a milkshake made from the blood of a bathing ape
in a volcano sipping on plutonium straight
writing on mesopotamian clay
lazy is his day
unless somebody comes his way
and tries to run up in his cave
if they’re dumb enough and brave
they’re just flies on his face
plus he left the crumbs for bait
what a wonderful display
of hunger games
type trickery
to get to him that had to cross a bridge that was rickety
they should have stuck to the path that said this way
took em 6 days
now they’re dead
what a p-ss take
he sits on the sun for fun
if it’s cold out
and if he’s bored and get’s his big old mountain of gold out
that’s the amount of the souls he bought for loose change
he makes chains by melting em over blue flames
he knows how to slice marble
move heavy stones
blend into the room and lives by the phrase
when in rome
he mostly moves alone
you won’t see him
until he runs out of adrenochrome
let’s dig a little deeper
zilla’s a creature
that mirrors the many features
of enemies who believe
they can machiavelli the teacher
he’s reads em like a meter
just to bleed em like a heater
just to feed em to the seekers who come
to learn the secrets of how to turn into a beast
you need to be a believer
you need bow to the priest
then drink some diethyl ether
just to relieve ya
before he walk into your dreams
using a frequency receiver
like a deep sleeper
then he retrieves the
trauma that never leaves ya
i guess we’re all sufferers
there can only be one zilla
you must of just
landed on the planet yesterday
came to the booth in a cape in and a suit
with a flap at the back ‘cus i’m taking a p–p
i’m a full sized ape
they’re a table of fruit
they’re not able to do
what i’m able to do
when i’m in the mood
put a beat on a loop
put a body in the boot
body everybody in the room
batta bing
batta boom
yabba dabba dabba doo
so who’s the zilla me or you?
jigga, nas, 2pac, big pun, canibus, wu tang
eminem, skinny man, big l
this is just a big long list
to make myself look bigger
jesus
ghandi
russel brand
rob de niro
russel crow
stephen hawkings
shakin stevens
stevie wonder
scorz
rolf harris
prince andrew
jimmy saville
you
margret thatcher
edward heath
that’s ya whole crew
anyway back to the rhymes syllables
billy big b-ll-cks with the giant minerals
that’s my w-lly not my umbilical
i was born was a j-ps eye big enough
to hit brian clough in the eye from the left lion
imagine when i get warmed up and my eye’s in
p-ssing on castle boulevard
with a road full of cars
note book full of bars
pull a card
like rikaard
when he hit frank muller
good shot
wunderbar
stomp on em in pair of son of mars
fly by in a giant disc
with a hieroglyph
on the side of my d-ck
that spells i am a pr-ck
it’s self evident that i am equipped
with the sk!lls to flip the entire script
i’m a hill billy with rifle and a bible
a danger to myself
like joe biden
looking at himself in a picture at high school
on epstein’s island
minimise any threat
you the best wanna bet?
all you gonna get is a runners up medal
you don’t wanna meddle with the devil of the medellín
shudaa wudda cudda
better than a rapper never been
what i gotta do?
put a rocket a moon?
put a c-ck in a baboon?
put a bomb on a boombap beat?
put em in a tomb with with 2pac look alike?
i’m maradona when i’m in the booth
sk!llfully scribbling
ill with the dribbling
leave you in the middle of field
when i’m tripling
cripple em
tickle em
put em in a jar pickle em
nibble em
rudyard kipling
ain’t no quibbling
no equivalent
flows i piddle em
no getting rid of the
beast from the east midlands
i told you that this scorzilla was brilliant
they’re alright but they’re no bo diddley
they’re more p diddy
with a d-ld-
what kind due diligence do you do?
when you plan on k!lling kobo
i turn up like i’m robo cop
and pop you solo
squash you like i’m bolo
cough on you with corona virus
just for promo
sit back inside my coffin
and laugh at the world
they’re popping up like wacka’ mole
i wack em all
they keep coming back
i think i should wack myself
the only danger to me is my mental health
a life sentence in myself
in my mind i was sent to h-ll
i was born in a well
where a kid threw a two pence coin
and hold my soul to the ills of the world
and sold it for sk!lls and a pearl that gave me this curse to be ill
age is number i say age is a sage’
i’m a trillion years old
with an alien in my brain
your just a simple h0m-sapien with a name
and a basic skeletal frame
held together with some cellophane
let me spell my name
scorz
arr f-ck it i can’t be -rs-d
zilla the gargantuan
the hard bar mandarin
tarantulas run across his back
when he’s trampling
golden eagles on his ankle bracelets
razor blades on a boomerang
with gps co-ordination
5g recognition on his towers
he snaps the neck of moloch
right in front of the global power
he took a bath in theodore zum guten rath
made the house his
and gave all of the lost children back
the pope made a plot to trap him inside in crypto graphic box
but he solved the puzzle
snap the locks
sn-tch the dagger off the sra leader
in one spin of a circle
decapitated the lot
the few that remained
packed up
and lived as nomads
under the agreement that they should never go back
if theres one foot or toe in the perimeter
then everybody gets wacked
zilla henry kissinger
the jewish mafia
mixed with the cia
he’s got the black mail tapes encrypted in his cave
for the day they ever try dethrone the most grizzly
they’re so silly if they do so willingly
they tip toe around
with the permission to still breath
only coming for air amongst the reeds
then its back to being
lower forms of pond life
sperms and germs
bacteria
just worms for his pet birds
he plays an organ with skeleton finger keys
spends his time making wine and italian style delicacies
the conductor of multiple destinies
each one following a particular theme that pleases his queen
algorithms in his brain like ada love lace
he finishes every meal like a gentleman good game
calling him a monster is an insult to his wisdom
he’s more of an entity with his own weather system
he fights with a broken neck like the real vinnie paz
and laughs at creatures trying to escape running in zig zags
catches em
makes man bags and sells em to chavs
a select few end up on a slab in his lab
for eugenic purposes
disguised as flu jabs
the rest end up in a big pan of goulash
knock knock
who’s that?
gangsta wrap
bazooka blast
don’t exist on google maps
so none of it is uber tracked
he does kick ups with skulls of old silver backs
possesses deep secrets like why the 3rd building collapsed
scorz d-ck cheny
supplier to the jesuits
thou shall be quiet in the presence of his emminence
appreciate the craft
and be mindful of his benevolence
empires rise and fall
zilla survives em all
by infiltrating both sides
and escapes through a maze of sliding doors
and reappears after a violent war
alpha and omega
delta
gamma
rho
theta
vega
blood is the streets
like an options trader
sitting in the hot springs like biff tannon
with a sign that says
do not disturb when he’s planning
unless you got his medium rare steak on
and an iridium plate
just press the buzzer at the gate
and wait
there’s a 20 pound tip in the mouth of the giant snow leopard
and a 9 to 5 job if you’re successful
now go fetch it
if not it’s just another head on his floor
you’ll need the testicular fortitude of medicine b-lls
you can only gain access if you empty all your thoughts
and channel the seven shakras to the centre of your core
time to enter the tour
like solomon and the glass floor
through the two pillars at the entrance of the porch
take some flammable oil a stick and make a torch
use egyptian mathematics on a map and choose a course
he moves like a shadow on the never land wall
the corridors get small to the point you need to crawl
you close your eyes in total darkness and wake up in a large hall
to things you’ve never thought of before
your ego explodes into the sound of pure white noise
every particle becomes singular a point
every paralell version of yourself is now joined
all you see on the floor is you as a small boy
maybe the monster that you saw was a myth
but like schrodingers cat
scorzilla exists

- scorzayzee

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