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letra de dark laughs - vect

03. dark laughs

(chorus)
dark laughs inside, even if i’m acting fine
when the lyrics flow, they get satirical
put your sh-t to sleep i got the bed made clean
incoherently, when my humor screams

get your eyes up off me or you’ll learn what ya staring at
turn my head at you slow like an owl just glaring back
you become a problem like junk mail i tear in half
tired of putting you f-cks in my trunk so, spare me man
i’m always hearing bullsh-t as it rambles on
it brings a whole new meaning to the city of babylon
the stench of fake immerses them i dis til they dissipate
gotta make an omelet, crack your dome then i split your brain
mix the eggs, then right before i serve you b-tch i flip your plate
jump up on the table & kick you in the face
go upside your head like a wig watch me wig out
eat you like a snickers bar, watch me pig out
clown you like tosh, drop you like bras
& for every lie ya tell me i cut a finger off (mhmm, mhmm!)
you said “vect c’mon man cut me some slack.”
f-ck that, only slack i’m cutting is fat off your back, beitch!

(chorus)
we don’t need to go into my past so don’t ask
you don’t have the password, just have things backwards
i go into a blood l-st nearly every hunter’s moon
i don’t play like video games so, meet your f-ckin’ doom
zip your mouth up then break the zipper off
put some cracks in your head with a bigger rock
there’s nothing on this like no witness, no motive
like father, son, holy spirit, that hokus pokus
i’m from the arcane like my name but much bigger
body parts everywhere but had fun with ya
& here ya are thinking i’ve gone too far
but i’m a black moon & red sky watch me shoot stars
heavy sh-lls in my hand like i’m playing in the sand
sit back like mr. burns excellent, my bl–dy hands
i’m roasting & burning ya like you’re covered in gas
through the duct tape scream full blast then i light the match

(chorus)

i’m singing with myself like a duet with tourette’s
f-ck parker brothers i’m playing russian roulette
yeah, you claim you hear me but yo listen here
this isn’t a restroom don’t be bringing your sh-t here
if i look exhausted it’s ’cause i’m tired of bullsh-t
i break down like a metal song & swing like a bull hits
got no time for you like broken clocks for petty rivalry
but if you wanna come see what your homicide will be
issue buried away so i forget the name
because sh-t get deep when sh-t get grave
bullets dipped in cyanide call it lead poisoning
eyyy so, lemme know where you & your boys’ll be
everyone gets freaked whenever i speak
let the wolf feast on timid weak sheep
go hard in this b-tch, leaving scars in this b-tch
make blood appear & drip after all i’m a pr-ck
(empty emcees)
…a commodity…carbon copy…so sloppy. & you’re thinking you’re some exclusion from this. you make me cringe…so i turn you to ash…

don’t let me catch a mc call their selves that then show they’re empty
f-ck the name, from where ya came, your fame & your face
you ain’t the big picture so get out of the frame

r-a-p now means r-t-rds at poetry
hip-hop got destroyed like the titanic so it’s going deep
call me a hater because you’re annoying me?
learn much more words ya stupid t-rd, you’re absurd & a blur
i think you embarrassed yourself long enough
take yourself to a very high cliff & have a nice jump
you don’t respect this music, you treat it like a parley
if that’s the way you want it, you’re gonna learn the hard way
you need to be showing thanks for those who paved the way
instead of just throwing lame comments like a waste of sp-ce
ha, you so wack mane with your cr-p name
you’re a cr-p stain little dignity too needy, less than half brained
you want attention? i’ll put a tension on your throat. while you’re mumbling gross
beat you with your chain on the stage of your show
no originality, you’re a rip-off artist
with your hubris play target then get buried under garbage

- vect

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