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thatredhoodedguy - punchline cemetery كلمات أغنية

i’m standing at the gates, they’re carved with the names of the fallen…
listen close, you can hear the ghost of every corny album calling

the moment i start, your whole discography turns to dirt
i’m a lyrical archaeologist, digging up old wounds ’til they hurt
you said you were pac reincarnated, i heard vanilla ice instead
you had one viral moment, now you’re just creatively dead
i’m burying careers deeper than the treasure of captain kidd
my pen is the epitaph, the secret that i never hid
you try to battle me? that’s like bringing a cap gun to a crips meet
i’m the reason your whole subreddit thinks your new project is incomplete
you’re getting dismantled, your verses are loose like an ikea desk
i’m stacking these metaphors, passing the final lyrical test
i call this the punchline cemetery because your bars are six feet under
i’m stealing your thunder, breaking your flow like a glass pane asunder

this is the punchline cemetery, where the weak verses rest
every single line’s a headstone i built with my chest
i’m burying the rap game, putting your legacy to bed
i’m the groundskeeper, and all the names here are red
you came to battle, but you only found your own grave plot
i’m dropping so many references, your career is officially shot

i switch up the flow, like a digital thief on your bitcoin
you try to follow the tempo, you end up a complete adjoin
i’m the wu_tang of wordplay, the forgotten fifth element man
you’re rapping like you got an 8_mile refund in your hand
your stage presence is weaker than a starbucks bathroom key chain
i’m moving through rhyme schemes like a bullet train in the acid rain
you think you’re clever, but your best lines were lifted from a g_nius post
i’m dmx meets tesla, giving you fire and the electric ghost
i’m coming for the crown that was stolen, and i’m taking the throne back
your whole team’s irrelevant, they need a full media blackout track
you’re not a legend, you’re a flash_in_the_pan, a little fizz and then gone
like the original mysp_ce, you’ll be irrelevant by the dawn
this is the punchline cemetery, where the weak verses rest
every single line’s a headstone i built with my chest
i’m burying the rap game, putting your legacy to bed
i’m the groundskeeper, and all the names here are red
you came to battle, but you only found your own grave plot
i’m dropping so many references, your career is officially shot

yeah, the rhythm’s the shovel, the rhyme is the dirt
every single punchline is where i watch you get hurt
i’m digging deep now, down where the secrets are kept
this is the moment your lyrical promises slept

you should’ve stayed home. the attendance for your own funeral is zero
another hero buried, not by a villain, but by a zero…

- thatredhoodedguy

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