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letra de the worst type - signature

[verse 1]
here we go again, another song about murderin’
blood all on his shirt again, just so you know for sure it’s him
cut off a virgin’s limbs, mail ’em to a christian church and then
tell ’em “thanks for your services, these have added preservatives”
blood curdling screams, i heard ’em in dreams, wake me up
i’m shakin’ at knees while stranglin’ this teens trachea
lately i don’t feel the same as i used to
my brain is unusual, they saying i’m fruit loops
me and damien shoot hoops and i play in a zoot suit
i’m making you go crazy from the weight i put you through
loose screws in my cranium, alien with a crazy grin
blazin’ won’t make me sane again, just raises craves of cavin’ in
skulls, it’s repulsive how you come up with bullshit
i’ll put a gun up to your lips, tell you “kiss it or duck quick”
but even if you duck; you’re leavin’ with jesus, bruh
no reason, see me with three demons eatin’ a fetus up
i’m fiendin’ to feed on people even eat a greasy slut
receivin’ the feelin’ of eden, breathin’ in lethal dust
who’s devious enough to meet me when i’m fucked up
proceed and your lucks up, believe me this stuff’s tough
my teeth have now just sunk in, bleeding is what comes
previous to you eating dust and being all slumped up
on the floor, i’m a carnivore, you’ll never see me ponder or
think of how to respond to whores because the blood is drawn before
they start to stop speaking, you’re thinking i’d spark the glock
but i’d rather cut pieces out of your throat, make it hard to talk
it’s dark and hot, the argonauts have just entered the room
and -ssume they’ll stab a male rapper in his placenta or womb
the center of doom, whom? the inventor of crude tunes
but what the fuck would you do if all these haters booed you?
i’ll put ’em in tombs soon, so cool it zoboomafoo
the boys in blue’ll lose their food as soon as that *whistle*
your shirt’ll be so red they’ll think that you soo-woo’d
and that one of snoop’s goons is the one who chewed you

[hook]
“signature”, “b-tch!”
“he’s sick”, “nauseating, gnitaesuan”
“very hostile”, “nauseating”
“are you crazy?”, “sick”, “nauseating”
“crazy”

[verse 2]
i’m the worst type, i guess you’re right, termites crawl out of my eyes, i’m
trying to keep my head as rabbits fall out of the sky and why
the fuck are they laughin’? this is why i stay in the attic
starin’ at a tv screen but nothing’s playing but static
displaying these antics, i’m frantic when i’m playing with magic
i’m stranded on another planet and i can’t even manage
to stop actin’ so manic, the panic b-tton’s released
i taste blood on my taste buds, don’t fuck with the beast
this year i got myself a girl for a christmas gift
i choked her too hard and the b-tch went stiff
oh shit, i feel supreme like kenneth mcgriff
i’m just a pissed misfit, screamin’ 666
b-tch, i’m dirty as a c-ckroach with mott’s spread on toast
what i’ll do to you is awful, just stop you’re not dope
leave your head like a pothole, i’m hot, you lost hope
you fuckin’ with me, vato? impossible, i got loads
of hot flows, i pop foes and watch them rot slow
bleach? i got a box full, i shop at costco
so don’t worry ’bout the mess you’ll make, my essence left you devastated
don’t test my mental game, i rap until my pencil breaks
for heaven’s sake i’m hardcore, you don’t wanna start war
i carry ’round a large sword, use it till my arms sore
scarred corpses are stored inside of my armoire
dark, warped art form, but that’s because my heart’s torn
i was born on friday the 13th, the day mcveigh was sentenced
i was playin’ ball with his son, now me and satan playin’ tennis
i am sick, hurt anatomies then carve your neck
with a split personality like harvey dent
and since your insanity is hardly dense
there is no random need for arguments

[hook]

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