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novatore the cyborg – acid reflux كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: novatore]

i spit the nasty rhymes that pierce through guts and make u sick dropping that sh-t that start the acid flux get
spoons of alka-seltzer
i’m the villain that you love to hate until you need me
please believe me, i’ll paint your crib red like helter skelter
, stacking racks with shady acts like chuck kuklinski
who did jobs for the mob and kept you in the freezer
my rhymes is shady as bad wigs and monicoles
my flows methodical, i f-ck your brain like lethal seizures
meter readers, get their eyes gouged from bad readings
i like my bills cheap and easy like my court proceedings
shaq attack, acid bath, and torn st-tches
90’s gore st–z like reeboks on witches
my tempers viscous, rush the mound when the pitcher throws it throwing bows in, lyrically, you step to me you’ll be demoted
left in suspense like great hitchc-ck thrillers
while manifesting facades of blatant serial k!llers

[cho x’s2]

this ain’t no music make for whack cats with bad hearts
my subject matter never ends up where it starts
and every critic that i have i’ll f-ckin put to rest
my sharp precision burns like acid in your f-ckin chest

this ain’t no music make for whack cats with bad hearts
my subject matter never ends up where it starts
and every critic that i have i’ll f-ckin put to rest
i’ll leave em nauseous, i’ll leave you nauseous

[verse 2: baer coon the ewokk]

reppin blue realness, this beat k!lled it
all you wack emcees are on my f-ckin hit list
snipe you like a kennedy, hope you in the vicinity
two swift back hands just for running into me
i try to forget all the stupid sh-t in music
n-ggas need to take the real sh-t and f-ckin use it
blend all the different styles the fire just fuse it..and don’t abuse it. smack it up like ike turner
eat the cake put the game on the back burner
get ya gun f-ckin strangs on her
take care of yourself, put your f-ckin rhymes on the shelf
, slater and zach n-ggas (brrrng) saved by the bell
take it back to the nineties, road trip leave your -ss behind me, kinda grimey, give no f-cks y’all n-ggas out my element so try to find me. i’m kinda slimey.. i’m kinda slimey

[cho 2x’s]

[verse 3: novatore]

16 or 8 it doesn’t matter im getting in
i came to win, to make the king my predecessor
like henry lesser i’m privy to secret information
bring your sweater for the sh-t storm no better weather
100 dollar bills – albuterol with no prescriptions
dodging convictions, im the victor theres no split decisions
this the future times dystopian, throw in the towel
release my bowels on co’s when i visit all my duns in prison
i m-st-rbate with brillow pads and icy hot
i drink clorox, and chloroform til i’m immune
i do piq squeals on prank calls to f-ck w cops
suburban blocks.. i leave your culdesacs in f-ckin ruins
i rob ancient tombs – jewelry from pharaohs
-ss-ssins arrow strikes the heart like i’m cupid
i double dip and sell the sh-t that lead to casket trippin
basket flipping at the picnic packing like i’m f-ckin stupid

- novatore the cyborg

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