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kyle spear [artist] – the other half كلمات اغاني

narrator
(feel like i’m just fighting this f_cking endless war with myself, y’know?, i’m always just someone different, always thinking differently, it’s always, like strange things’ll pop into my head &_& just, uh, i mean they’re_they’re unwanted but i can’t help it & then sometimes i_)
i.v
(_switch over & i become someone else..)

[verse 1]
dealing you 9 shots from the 9mm, won’t be no surviving like 50 cent, the k!ller’s arrived, your will to survive will not be enough for you f_cking b_tch, get bodied & left in a f_cking ditch, dissing the violent one, with a mic & a gun & a vicodin addiction, knife in your gut while you’re trying to run, uh!..
taking your life for the fun, got a maniacal mind that i might open up, uh!..
traded the 9mm for the pump so the body’s unidentified when i’m done, uh!..
awakened & back on the hunt, can imagine you b_st_rds are shaken & stunned, uh!..
face it, you’re facing the one, i’m breaking the rap game & erasing you p_wns!..
tasting the blood, i’m adjacent to jason with hate in my blood, liable to go crazy & drain out your veins in my bas_m_nt while praising satan, now is that what you want?, uh!..
cowardly c_nts, step to me once, get deaded, the best at it, ready to punch, throw f_cking knuckles at punks, don’t front or i’ll knock out your fronts & then puff on the.. (blunt!..)
psychopath, might get your life back if you realize that, haste to the tomb, if you move got a room for two with a view where i dissect wives &.. (grooms!..)
high_tech torture devices, new ways to bring the pain, my shed lined to the brim with knives & chains, bodies are piled up, i forgot to clean.. (clean!..)
price to pay, the mic is slayed, of mice & men, they’re quite the same cuz i don’t realize the differences, life to me’s expendable no matter what or who the victim is, wrist is tense as i grin, women living in the dungeon under the underpinning of my double wide, a couple died the other night cuz i forgot to provide em nourishment..
lurid sense, a morbid heart, the core within is warped & dark, i’m death to you all..
courage & the force of god to murk you on the corner block, you’re sport to me dog..
courts involved cuz i crossed the line when i yanked the wheel & k!lled princess di’, x_acto knives & razor blades i used to filet jon benet & lisa left_eye!..
i’m dangerous when aiming this insane, wicked brain i get the pains up in, sniffing ‘caine, injecting h & then directing my own snuff film while asphyxiating, it’s amazing the way that i rose from the grave to make sh_t you can’t escape b_tch, brace for the next phase, a raping s_d_st with drake in the bas_m_nt with his face ripped..
murder, murder, k!ller with a villainous sk!ll that is unheard of..
murder, murder, spilling innards at family dinner with the munsters..
murder, murder, grill extremities of my enemies for burgers..
murder, murder, really need to see a shrink before i get worser!..
(had enough of f_cking with you b_tch!..)
(can’t pry your chick up off my d_ck!..)
(embrace the violence i spit!..)
(& get the f_ck down in the pit!..)
narrator
(he’s been behind me for like 5 blocks man, i can’t f_cking run anymore, i can’t!, yo, god i don’t wanna f_cking die, i don’t wanna f_cking die man!, oh f_ck, oh f_ck, f_ck, there he is, there he is!!..)

[verse 2]
evil sinner from cinema, hit & finish ya, enemas given with the written drivel i’m grilling up & then the venom i’ll spit is embedded in betty lou & her head is removed & then i reckon i’m ready to move..
feel like i’m already dead, a medic with medicine could never remedy the menace in me, i’m a specimen of freddy & them, energetically wet a critic, red acidic liquid they dipped in is kinda lifting my mood..
given unlimited rhythm, i’ll get em in a minute or two with a sentence or two, disintegrate you, fatal & smooth, you ain’t worth the blood & guts you got on my shoes & who knew that i’d end up having to run you through..
under one of them money trees, a cunning son of a gun & i’m gonna be hungry until i wanna feed, i wanna see a motherf_cker pulling a gun on me, fallacy if you think i’ll allow a coward to one_up me!..

i.v
(one verse left, let’s see what you got, so far you’ve show me nothing (but) weakness, fear, you can’t compare to real rappers, you’re just a fraud, give in to your fears & give up everything..)

[verse 3]
one sec, i’m not dead to fall yet, in dark sets i mar sh_t with hard text, you’ll get decked for just stepping in texas, bury you in the cemetery next to my exes, test is indicating that his head is without a brain or a sign of sane but a message was left in his left hand, it’s a death wish to motherf_ckers running from ruckus, you f_cking pansies!..
i stare at my mirror to try to find a life inside the violence & nightmares & right there’s a mic reared back to settle the score, at war with my other half, won’t fight fair..
don’t care if you’re me & i’m you..
i think it’s time to find some truth..
what ails the cook is inside you..
we both know that you’re me & i’m you..

- kyle spear artist

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