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letra de the lamb call - unscathed & outcastgawd lord el

[verse 1: novatore]
yo! i don’t disperse until the verse is bodied (nah!)
pull up om you in a he-rs- before reversin’ though i burst the shottie
satanic serpent in a nurse’s body
i always strike first, f-ck gettin’ murked, i’d rather hurt somebody
i’m on the dock but no, i’m not receivin’
i’m down to box, go call the cops, they not gon’ stop the bleeding
i practice punchin’ just to knock your beak in
for profits punchin’ clocks and clockin’ prophets just for not believin’
yeah! heads get severed if they step to me
i usеd to get neglectеd, now they pester me
’cause one through ten, i’m like eleven, there’s no bestin’ me
i’ll make a ten sound like a seven if he’s next to me (godd-mn!)
i’m disregardin’ anyone who hates me
and i’m feedin’ off the hatred like i’m bane ’cause it’s the pain that made me
i’m royce gracie back in ’93 to those who face me
don’t debate me, clownin’ victims like my name was gacy

[verse 2: outcastgawd lord el]
slidin’ through the club like a young alastair crowley
slice open ’em up, frontin’ like you ’bout it, ’bout it
y’all down syndrome cowboys can’t handle the fun
keep an -rs-nal of foul toys crammed in a drum
we body slammin’ punks but this ain’t wrestlemania
you read iceberg slim in a pen and now you ganged up
y’all lame chumps need to quit with the rap sh-t
buckin’ off in a ranger don’t mean that you clap clips
when that sh-t pop off, you runnin’ and duckin’
scary as f-ck, shook up, you gon’ get lit like a pumpkin
prayin’ to satan, to god, i don’t see the difference
this tikka t3x leave you leakin’ from a distance
warlocks, heathens and witches schemin’ prodigious
cash rules everything around me, i’m gettin’ it
look at me defyin’ the laws of physics, rebuildin’ my reality
if god made me in his image, why sin and blasphemy?
[verse 3: unscathed]
i’m callin’ out the sheep (dumbasses)
actin’ tough and smart, it’s awful, now you weep
slashed and cut apart, awesome, now a score done sleep
blanket with fluffy parts, startin’ now i can surely sleep
mindless, you’re hurtin’ me, we a race full of dummies
findin’ common sense, it’s a d-mn hope you lucky (yep!)
what they’re droppin’ online is a constant hot lie
so not fine that the scammers also love me
every man gory bl–dy, that’s what the future calls
preparin’ for something they fail to do at all
despair of war hits, it impaled through your skull
it’s a new resolution, the scale is movin’ full
gettin’ through a record’s moving, can’t be you at all
’cause it’s your neck you losin’ that trails through your soul
tomorrow will hurt, it’ll come out more than words
follow the herd and find out how that’ll work

- unscathed outcastgawd lord el

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