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Murder You
You fake thug motherfuckers Don't you ever learn anything I
murder you, rappers I
murder you, bitches I
murder you, I'll destroy you Na-no, really really I
will fucking kill you You talk a
lot of shit, I
suggest you don't get me angry I'm eating dinner with the
Ramsey's, we just killed your whole family We'll get away with it too You don't wanna battle me, come on who would I
look for little children to beat down like Madelyne Toogood You stood wait for me to come and grant you the
freedom So I
split you with an axe from your gonads to your cerebrum We've come to resurrect killers and keep it bloody Buy O.J. a
machete and give your address to Ted Bundy Your head's spongy and your hairline is up in flames Cause Hannibal Lector's hungry and he's barbecuing your brain Insane, turning homicide into a
game Set up your limbs like bowling pins and try to strike a
perfect frame Drain your blood into a
pool, no one will hear you drown Son of Sam stalk for some of Wrekonize kills year 'round You hear sounds coming from above in your attic It's me, your mom, and your wife in a
kamasutra sex sandwich Wrek's language is brutal, leave you in crucial madness Kill crews, then vanish and still you, don't panic Cause out of shock you can't get your body to tremble After this even a
Nasa engineer couldn't get you reassembled It's simple leave my victims marked with the
Parallax symbol Ripping through bone gristle with a
microphone missile I
dissed you come on faggot what'd you expect Murdering whack rappers with no remorse and no regrets I
murder you, any rapper that swears to God that he's serving me I
murder you, bitches that think they can use their body as currency I
murder you, destroy anybody who steps to me with urgency Murder you physically, spiritually, mentally or verbally I
murder you, any rapper that swears to God that he's serving me I
murder you, bitches that think they can use their body as currency I
murder you, destroy anybody who steps to me with urgency Murder you physically, spiritually, mentally or verbally Which rappers are comic side-kicks, who think they spitting righteous I'll pierce your eye brows with ice picks and pour salt on your eye lids I'mma sick fuck that'll split your guts into six cups And let your body get stuck in a
radiation mix up When that's done sell your organs on the
black market And let little boys and girls play cat's cradle with your cartilage I
barter with alphabet assassins and animators To create pages that stay luminated on the
soiled stations You surface parasite, I
circle the
planet like satellites You grab the
mic and get your face shattered like a
battered wife Abused bitch, anger management don't do shit That's why I
feel like piercing your sternum with a
sharpened pool stick Extra curricular homicide is necessary Wrek is very prone to microphone clone obituaries I'm secondary to none, I've said it only begun To leave your soul buried in a
hole that's kept from the
sun I
murder you, any rapper that swears to God that he's serving me I
murder you, bitches that think they can use their body as currency I
murder you, destroy anybody who steps to me with urgency Murder you physically, spiritually, mentally or verbally I
murder you, any rapper that swears to God that he's serving me I
murder you, bitches that think they can use their body as currency I
murder you, destroy anybody who steps to me with urgency Murder you physically, spiritually, mentally or verbally
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