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Dawn Of The Dead

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I'm an underground emcee, that is indeed a fact

A thousand meters below the earth, to be exact

See that crack in the road? I caused it

After spitting some Jay-Z, Wu-Tang, Chino and Nas shit

So whenever I rap or attack a track lividly

I shift tectonic plates and seismic activity occurs

Whether you're in the west or the 'urbs

I assure you, you'll literally feel my every word

Every verb, every nerve, spurred letter reverbs

And emerges as the loudest sound to ever be heard

On planet Earth, so no human being can really be

In denial about whether or not he was feeling me, lyrically

Oh, you feel me, alright

I shake the ground like a motherfuckin' meteorite

You see me at night, in the day, on the six o'clock news

I'm the husband who killed his wife, the kid in the Scream costume

The red switch that detonated the bomb

The bully that made Eric Harris feel so hated upon

The name is Dan' (Dan'... Dan'... Dan'... Dan'...) AKA Genghis Khan

So can someone please explain to me why

There's three mangly guys hanging in my coat closet dead with blades in each eye

Fingers severed, arms dangling high

Please don't tell me I'm the reason that they painfully died

My parents had no clue what went on in they baby's head

Some kids would pick on me at school, the next day they'd be dead

I really don't remember doing it, but once I grew a bit

I realized that every murder I wanted to commit

Would happen exactly as I imagined it would

In my dreams, I could actually feel myself dragging bags through the woods

You're the paper, I'm the scissors

I is a, cross between the Rza and the Gza and this is the

Dawn of the dead

Arms get ripped to shreds

You need Sudafed

Once me and Fatol get to your head

So you better run, run, run

We grab the mic and bitches run, run, run

Dawn of the dead

Arms get ripped to shreds

You need Sudafed

Once me and Fatol get to your head

So you better run, run, run

We grab the mic and bitches run

I'm barbaric, I'm bar bearing

Your bars barren, my deadly bars bear it

Upon hearing my bars, my bar brethren

Wake up to bar preparing, they bar barracks

I'm part spitter, part lyrics

A bar killer who's drunk from the bar's liquor

My bars been up, do chin up's from bar prisons

So faggot man up, this is your bar mitzvah

Within the pages inscripted, I'm painting the pictures

Placing the pen inside of the middle of the brains of the victims

I'm scraping their wisdom, forsaken that they safe from the villains

The pagans will miss it, fools just may be Satan forgives them

And maybe I'm kidding, I don't worship no devils

My cursing will tremble that trembles the entire Earth when it echoes

I'm training with barrels, bullets, rockets, and arrows

The foolish plotting their peril and bullets flocking like sparrows

I'm raw like the Pharaoh, god, I'm a hero

I'm card carrying, barbarian

The jaws tearing apart everyone

So y'all near me should start fearing before the bar flurry starts flowing

Like ball bearings, they all buried

I am not friendly, an evil part of me lurks

And I'll bring it to the masses like a part of the church

And I'ma bring it to the pastor while he's hollering words

And I'ma witness the disaster with an ominous smirk

Concerns, it's obvious

Leave nothing but spirits when I disembody kids

Hear the haunting homage, poly is the ambiance

And the ambulance is my audience

Ha, I'm talking shit

I am one with the beat

Vocals aren't under them

I'm not behind them or in front of them

Arms get ripped to shreds

Once me and Fatol get to your head

So you better run, run, run

We grab the mic and bitches run, run, run

Arms get ripped to shreds

Once me and Fatol get to your head

So you better run, run, run

We grab the mic and bitches run

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Dawn Of The Dead

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