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plazma (rapper) - mouth of madness كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
yeah
a.m.p.o.n., mdk
you know what the deal
flexx on the beat

[verse 1]
the morgue is my f_cking playground, i got respect for the dead
i keep them company while i collect all these debts
but check all your threats (threads)
i find sanctuary [?] dark thoughts
my crib was my deathbed, and i ate with spoons and pitchforks
and when this b_tch talks, i strangle her passionately
i’m referring to hip hop, this is a state of calamity
better pray ’cause it’s a tragedy
the way i slay all of these wack mcs
multiple casualties
including the fanbase of your familiеs
examine their anatomies with thе use of a meat cleaver
surgery courtesy of doctor death
operate on this weak [?]
you’re facing a bleak future
’cause i brainwash the kid with these obscene lectures
my guillotines are treasures
i leave your spleen severed
then you’ll bleed for hours
my bad seed empowers the wounds of these deceased mothers
impregnate them, giving birth to a breed of damien th_rne juniors
these devil h_rns are useless
i’m ruthless, even before genesis
there’s a clock in my larynx, unleashes verbal explosions
every letter in my verses would blow you to pieces
lo and behold the realest
when it comes to the sick sh_t
y’all stick to the basics while i unearth the atlantis
you could never match this
i deceived and raped a goddess
in my fourth corner [?] i f_cked her carcass
and to be honest, i got an ego so big so if i commit suicide
i’ll shoot myself in the head with an mp5
[chorus x2]
a.m.p.o.n., mdk, we on a k!lling spree
armed to the t__th, never repping it for the courtesy
a.m.p.o.n., mdk, we on a k!lling spree
fake heads get eradicated by our lyrical weaponry

[verse 2]
death relaxes me, i sit in my coffin couch
and if these walls could talk, then you’re in my haunted house
i exchange morbid vows in my marriage with carnage
deceased rappers, i pay homage
i visit their coffins
create a cypher with an ouija board, then i spit in silence
walk down the road, let’s travel by following my hardened conscious
you’re a heartless artist
so i’ll be making faucets from the holes in your corpses
after i beat the ruckus with a hatchet
dedication, you lack it
your foundation, i’ll hack it
fill the stage up with blackness
meet my consortium with madness
sniff crematorium ashes
now i’m high on life
i’m precise with a slice
stab myself just to be one with the knife
these h_lla morbid concepts
i linger entrails in mud
i’m not walking in sunshine, i’m walking on a trail of blood
so f_ck a c_walk, i’d rather sleepwalk and cherish my nightmares
shake hands with freddy krueger and together we’ll entice fear
it’s a fact, i’ve been to h_ll and back and it was nice there
now i’m h_ll’s confederate
your pain i celebrate
when i’m depressed, i chop down the tree of life with leatherface
and i build my battle station with human bones off barricades
i turned nimbus into a mushroom cloud when i’m on a fit of rage
my theme’s deranged
we mold the minds of up_and_comers with razor blades
so bow to the underground fascist, i’m slaying your brigade
and it’s mass murder when i say i’ll rain (reign) on your parade
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[chorus x2]
a.m.p.o.n., mdk, we on a k!lling spree
armed to the t__th, never repping it for the courtesy
a.m.p.o.n., mdk, we on a k!lling spree
fake heads get eradicated by our lyrical weaponry

[outro]
yeah, you heard it
a.m.p.o.n., mdk, giving you the real sh_t
execution rights

- plazma rapper

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