collab me-red-insane so dope we're discusting
So Dope We're Discusting
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i walk around the underground as a powerful thundersound..
wearin the low down profound lyrical under crown...
advanced listening wrestle with pressured exspessions...
steppin in as a special and spitten fresher than freshman...
obvious it over dosin coastin over oceans...
with explosive potions flyer than your promotional posta's...
walking around the planet, rockin the ground like granet...
cockin my sound cannon, and stoppin at sound phantom...
sicker than liquor and medicane burning and blisterin...
leave ya light flicerin quicker than strobes you tripp'n in...
simple derange brain exchange pain for game...
re-arrange ya frame in different patterns with slange..
cause im bigger, badder and better...
than all your golden chedder...
when spreadin win like medicine men..
with ancient tribal letterin...
Chorus: (2x)
so nice that were nasty, so bangin were bustin
so sweet that were sick, so dope were discustin
red
I'm rhyming, my adrenaline is rising
Losing over 20 battles is just verbally surprising
Especially with the verbal tactics you got at yo hand
Intellectual Murder is the position where I still stand
Defeating yo ass-quick, won't let yo ass last-quick
Rhymes are intellect, even though i have fast-spits
Getting whip-lash, getting quick-cash al-though
while i dismantle all ya'll verbally, insane will terminate all-hoes
Permanently, my verse has you fucked up mentally
Senselessly, destroy wack-cees so bad they wouldn't tell-me
Trust me, you can't handle-it, Pretty soon I'll dismantle-it
Couldn't have "fly rhymes" if you wrote them on a mantle-hit
Hit the floor hard, CRASH BANG KABOOM!
That had to hurt, with yo rhymes shattered all over the room
Got creative lyrics, but even if you had 20/20 vision
you'd be losing this battle and still wouldn't be able to see-it
Panic, massive drama to ya mama cuz she suffered from lyrical trauma
I gots an evil type Karma, ended ya life, now youz a gonna
Hot like Hell's sauna, wrong up-bringing made me last longah
As rap relates to me, I commit verbal rapes unto wack-cees
Like asthma to ya bronchiual tubes
My rhymes is crazy, no doubt ya gon lose
'Tween me and death who ya wanna choose?
Chorus: (2x)
so nice that were nasty, so bangin were bustin
so sweet that were sick, so dope were discustin
insane
Aiight, check it…organization is key, so I gotta grab the check list
I gotta clean up this mess ‘cuz I made sure this kat was left breathless
Pick up the flesh bits before Feds inspect the specimens and I get arrested
But next it’s…important to report nothing to any human connections
What’s left of this gruesome corpse, direct the scalpel and dissect it
No misperception…my sickness in the head may cause audiences indigestion
Back to the topic of question…what happens to this body and possibly the next one
So I need to ship the pieces to third-world species to grease the meat and eat it
Believe it…I’ma even make a profit…this scheme is steaming with hotness
Now, my mind is streaming with projects as my illness develops
Next setup, I’m gonna ship sick body parts to family members drenched in ketchup
Don’t come to me wit pressed luck…you might be the next up to this dopeness!
Chorus: (2x)
so nice that were nasty, so bangin were bustin
so sweet that were sick, so dope were discustin
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