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♪ Born rebel, I'm more busy than the devil.
Hell on earth, grave digger,
bury rappers with my shovel.
I go monster on the beat and get real disrespectful.
At the end of the story,
this territory been sanctioned,
only murders after curfew.
Just keep them dressed,
wearing rappers inside,
cause they get hood too.
Ain't no virtue in me holding heat,
patrol the streets,
rolling deep in the stolen G-State.
In your home,
just don't go to sleep,
cause it might be a nightmare.
Dream of rapping, I'm right there.
Leave your dad and your nice girl,
wiping brains with my night ears.
I don't fight fear, I'm a mercenary.
* Halloween, it get worse and scarier.
I got dirt to bury, so you know what it be.
Leave the scientists,
drive a tack over it for me.
Born rebel, I'm more busy than the devil.
Hell on earth,
grave digger,
bury rappers with my shovel.
No need for guns, just edge tools and utensils.
I go monster on the beat and get real disrespectful.
Lyrics coming like bullets at your temple.
Those bars ain't yours,
nigga,
get rid of the rentals.
Mike Myers, go Halloween on the beat.
Strap up, cause it's a purge in the streets.
Sinister,
angel of rap,
picture me with your head in my hand.
Cause I dismantled your brain,
so I drove you insane.
Look at your head with a sword and I mounted it.
I can look deep in your eyes and see fear and it pleases me.
I caught an erection,
you rappers are slighter than feathers.
I ate too much rappers and caught me a tummy ache.
Fucker with me,
a career,
I sing faster than quicksand.
My lyrics bring death,
you could call me a hitman.
These rappers is looking for shelter.
I'm sorry you ain't mercenary, can't help you.
It's raining disasters and rotten eggs.
To me, most of these rappers are flying pigs.
They only be doing what Simon says.
At least come up with something different.
I'm in another dimension.
My bars are so sick,
you could catch an infection.
My flow is so nasty, my * is expensive.
There's death in there and I know you can smell it.
The world wanna know what I'm cooking.
No trick and no treat,
my music is made out of molly and ecstasy.
I'm not the chef but I gave them the recipe.
Destroying these rappers and I don't care.
If I'm ever convicted,
they'll give me the chair.
I like all of my rappers be meatier and rare.
With a side of fake and a cup of fear,
I'm a rapper slayer.
Murk gang *, this is dragon slayer.
You could check out my closet,
it's loaded with skeletons.
I cannot hate you because you're irrelevant.
No apologies, keep all your sentiments.
Musically, I'm controlling the elements.
I'm a born rebel, I'm more busy than the devil.
Hell on earth, grave digger.
Bury rappers with my shovel.
No need for guns, just edge tools and utensils.
I go monster on the beat and get real disrespectful.
Lyrics coming like bullets at your temple.
Those bars ain't yours,
nigga,
get rid of the rentals.
Mike Myers go Halloween on the beat,
strap up because it's a purge in the streets.
War time.
Purging all fake rappers,
yeah,
my niggas is goblins.
I keep chasing through the shortcut where there's cutlass.
I'll rob him in the streets.
I'm a problem trick or treat with my revolver.
Be on this money route January to December.
It's all about the money.
Last time I could remember,
those who make them beat fly even in stormy weathers.
Your location get exposed to ghosts coming to get you.
Freddy said that I'm a nightmare because I * up his dreams.
Someone that Michael Myers * don't give a * if you scream.
My flow insane,
get retarded when I hop on these tracks.
Morningstar said it best.
Never cross Black Cat.
I'm on a chainsaw massacre.
Bloody type of bitch.
You meet your final destination.
* with me on my click.
I'm talking sick to your stomach.
Hannibal Lecter *.
You took the wrong turn.
That's how your trogod slip.
Dead rappers cut to pieces,
body parts in the ditch.
Don't give a * about these rappers.
Phrase 48 for the feds.
Because we don't need money to put money on your head,
nigga.