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virtuoso - slapbox with jesus كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: virtuoso]
one slap and your jaw breaks, spitting in gods face, born between a rock and hard place
i travel through stargates, tear the fabric of time and starsp-ce
when i feel rage i chew a steel cage and see how the bars taste
my shoulder block drop a tall building, mutilating small children. see i could give a f-ck if gods willing
i rape dieties frequently, this is the last supper, so buckle up motherf-cker, pull up a seat and eat with me
i slapbox with jesus, use a brick to drive the nails into his crucifix, use the virgin mary cervix to bruise my d-ck
[?] using history as a sparring partner, blow a hole in jehova, my shotty make a [law of order?]
serve them like arthur ash, [?] punch through your ribs and punch your heart in half, i’ll start the math
i keep more heat in body bags, jack joseph, clap moses, [broken?] black roses, lack focus, detach retiner rap [bogus?]
twisted mathmatetical, fractured and cracked clavical
my sense of right and wrong is on sebatical, the living actual
[ghost?] toast the apostle, vocally hostal starting explosions through both of my nostrals

[verse 2: virtuoso]
sn-tch your soul from your epidermal, and trapping it up in deaths infernal he goes through seven levels of h-ll and i kept the journal
my breaths eternal my respirations recipricle, s-d-stic mystical viscious [linguistical?]
spit a total eclipse or two, rip your crew, big bang block the moon b-tches bight immediately, if not soon
it’s like c-ck in the womb of [?] bring chainsaws to knife fights, flippin on tracks since the mid 80’s [?]
oh you think you [might?] right? well meet the soul swallower
the earths axis shifting off it’s south pole demolisher the flow bottler, filled to the brim with [?]
i leave you attached to a bag, body or [?]
possesive of my techniques, like s’s after apostraphies on private property i will mutilate you attorocities
methodically rewrite the oddesy, hot lava lobatomy, the m-ss marauder i slaughter and slice your vital arteries

[verse 3: virtuoso]
in the ethereal realm of imperial, venerial to your stereo, pool bearers carry you to your burial
i kiss the pyramids, b-tch are you serious to hear me spit on apathy tracks that’s a near death experience
the cliques nefarius we went from chariots and roping chicks with [?] under a different alias
you [?] pr-cks pop sh-t, [?] demi gods, you might as well just walk off a cliff like a lemming, dog
so many broads my ho’s [?] lazy [?] slash you plasma drain away, till your epidermus turns a shade of gray
lack of oxegen to your brain cause dysphasia, stab you off an insane razor the slit l-b–s
[?] your flow over his histerectimy, vocal vaesectamy, [genital chemichal?] dopamire, ecstasy
don’t ever sleep on the kid, don’t dream next to me, cause i be h–rding organs for [?] recipes
supreme weaponry, omnipitent opulent, transmission through conduits, commissioned by [consulates?]
renditions so monsterous, to listen the consequence, is submission to dominance, that was written by god in the flesh
i’m like ganesh meets [?] a sabre tooth is my pet [i’m at a] revolution losing tibet
15 in the clip and 2 in your chest, skin you alive when i need a disguise, i’m using your flesh
smoke a [?] with death puffing reefer with the grim reaper, satan sold to the studio [console] with [?]
[dig deeper?] than the liquid magma core of the earth
i’ll bring the war to your turf, grenade launcher to the door of your church
before i was birthed they was sure i was cursed, cause your boy was the first baby borns with h-rns in a he-rs-
[?] was first used to pick up all the pieces and [?] the son of god as i slap the sh-t out of jesus

- virtuoso

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