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alterak - i'm not the one lyrics
[verse 1]
i’m the illest guy k!lling with pen, living at pen, slit ’em throat and leave the suicide note reading as (blank)
fuck making a man bleed, i’ma tear the limbs of the devil, a rare distinguishable rapper, a flare lit up and then set them (on fire)
with a barbed wire i turn into invincible leopard, and yeah, i inseminate manners
can catch a f-ggot by his toe, and ask him where he’s headed (where?)
hand me your dignity, i’m armed and dangerous, don’t be ignorant, those fingers don’t work on me, i don’t lie through the teeth, you, better get that i’m cold, now, ice to see you
a wise man would understand and won’t fight me, don’t be fool
i can predict your bag of tricks like they’re disguised with see-through
if you get the signs then wave your hands, cuz you don’t want the smoke, cuz you’ll get choked like marshall pope while he tried to freestyle his poem
who am i to k!ll your flows?
am i rhyming with a sinus? you better fix that, place your mouth on the holes and suck my nose
you’re clueless like alicia silverstone and her clone, fancy topping the charts, here’s the smallest ring, hope you can fit it!
(iggy, iggy, iggy, can’t you see? desperation for fame has got you naked!)
while i stay on fire, staple these nails, when i am stopping your talk cuz i am bomb like i’m formed by robert oppenheimer
no benign talks, till i cause you fuckers fear me, can’t do nothing but move your lips like milli vanilli
[hook]
i’m the guy, no, i’m disguised. i’m just playing by your side with knives and smile like i’ve got nine, no, 44, i’m kickin the fucking door
i’ve held my breath, cuffed my hands for so many days, you can see the tans, you can see the fangs. my-oh-my i’m not the one, i’m the two. why?
[verse 2]
jeez, how many fucking rappers would i have to freeze? (how many?)
how many fucking nails in the coffin would i need to impale in order to shut your fucking brain which will probably make you squeal?
should i hit supergirl in her groin, ask if she fucking bleeds?
nobody even dare to teach me no manners
the day that i fell off would be the last day for you too, f-ggot!
that was the reference to jumping from world trade to your face, i think i should belong in a cage!
if my race is boring, i should paint my fucking face, white, black, orange, grey, yellow, brown, pink!
so, here comes the weekend, time for me to take a revenge, bake up my heater and take all my cleavers, grave ’em in sand
haters are bicker and they seem to cheat on my fucking plan
they seem to smitten it, but placidly say that it’s trash
well, they need to re-do their cl-sses and learn the difference cuz i do recycle, which is still better than your new shit
(sick sell, man!) thanks man, i’m a savage with new fucking tools, grab my prey by the teeth, heat it ‘fore i eat it
bear grylls in this b-tch, you better believe it, or fall while i push you down, you can’t even “sush” me now!
you ban me ‘fore i put this down, you f-ggot are pussy, meow, while you’re grabbing a tootsie pop, and then standing behind the 5 inch of the screen (fucking pussy!)
learn to hold a pencil ‘fore you make a scene
you fake the shit, more than they do with green
shut the fuck up, ‘fore you start to make the faces like the scream!
and get bent, start of new era commenced in this septem, beret on my head, and i’m set to put stop in these lies, so get your head-banged
a broad is more of a competition for you hoes than me, and it’s just my thoughts, so begone, i’m far above you like a seesaw
pray to god, maybe be a priest, y’all are piece of shit, think you fucking preach? aww, you motherfuckers keep complaining. guess that’s how you grope a fucking b-tch (oohhhh!)
but they won’t say, won’t respond me cuz i’m not grande. so, let’s rendezvous on this same spot, same time, 7 years later!
[hook]
i’m the guy, no, i’m disguised. i’m just playing by your side with knives and smile like i’ve got nine, no, 44, i’m kickin the fucking door
i’ve held my breath, cuffed my hands for so many days, you can see the tans, you can see the fangs. my-oh-my i’m not the one, i’m the two. why?
[verse 3]
‘fore i finish this, i’d like to say that i’d like to be hated, please diminish me, see me from the eyes of fantano when he sees em
(finish him! fatality!) i beg of you, i don’t wanna be big, stab me while i’m still nodding off, k!ll me ‘fore my career even start off
and kelly, don’t stand for the generation i don’t even wanna be a part of
these rappers are like f-ll-t–, they suck in rap if they wanna blow, industry’s hand in their -sshole, like a puppet, cuz they’re in control
but they’re best when it comes to diss, though. one of them is like (fuck j cole!)
no one is above me when it comes to being psychopathic, i cut their legs and ask where they’re headed, and pop their eyes and ask where their leg is (where?), and ask their legs to point where their head is (in the gutter, shredded?)
what a bundle of joy world are we living in, mumbling toys, and the rise of the feminist
and i would still be k!lling shit, annihilate the fucking world, cuz why not, the history repeats itself and teach us wrong
even my own freaking country promotes the hate speech towards the neighboring country, so why i don’t do it to the world?
cuz i love to be in the next level
pills? i better have ’em
sk!lls? i better shred ’em
guilt? i never had it, never needed it (never), like a fish that never needed to, breathe
cuz i’m nothing like this oxy generation, with their nose filled, drinks pink, always talking about hoes, still
they hate the shit like rammstein, but can’t even hold still
i’m trying to do my part, but it’s so hard, when you’re getting bleeped saying retard. it’s like you wanna go hard, but end up playing go kart
i’ve had enough. took so much arrows to my -ss that the next time i be farting, it’d be bogart!
something’s wrong here, maybe i shouldn’t eat the rappers like a gourmet. it’s getting boring
aghh, cut it
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