Mutilate The Game (feat. CN:SUICIDE)

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Alright? Alright!
Let's fuckin' do this, man

Got Ritalin in my nose
While deliverin' my flows
Its better when I - overdose
Oh my god, I'm comatose
My dick's too big
It isn't fitting those hoes
Why am I hitting these chicks
They are gettin' my dick
But I am gettin' no closer
It's just getting much grosser
Moreover I told ya
I only hold one flaw
My dick's too big, y'all
It just won't fit her
But whatever
Cause I'm causing casualties
When I hit it casually
When you battle me
You get your ass handed, see
I'm just too great for you to beat

You can't see when its black
Thoughts creep in your head
You can't sleep, you're upset
And you weep in your bed
Cause You fear for your head
Am I here, where you sat?
Will you wake or be dead?
Be still able to take off your hat?
Or will the place where it was
The space that it had
Be displaced and detached?

My flows so wet
You wet your pants
If we met
You'd stand no chance
You're just no comparison
Carry on, but very soon
In this very room
It's gonna get hairy, goon
I'm scarier than Carrie White
With flying knives
You're crying while
I'm ironing your dying eyes
With my own giant scythe
Swift psycho with will to choke
Hillbilly blokes until it swells their throat
They start to smell, I start to gloat
Their heart beat's broke
I feel like god, I let them rot

You can't see when its black
Thoughts creep in your head
You can't sleep, you're upset
And you weep in your bed
Cause You fear for your head
Am I here, where you sat?
Will you wake or be dead?
Be still able to take off your hat?
Or will the place where it was
the space that it had
Be displaced and detached?

I'm sick of you all,
Sticky people, sickly people
Stick it up your own butt
But oh no, it's sewn up
Can't fart, you blow up
My lyrics are art
But critics are harsh
And tell me to grow up
But when I show up
They don't have the courage
To tell me directly
No they dissect me
Behind my back, they
Fear me with reason
You'll see them
From a tree hung for treason
Either this season or the next one
And then it's on
Yelling "Man down"
When I'm back from the underground
like a bee-stung beast-hound

You can't see when its black
Thoughts creep in your head
You can't sleep, you're upset
And you weep in your bed
Cause You fear for your head
Am I here, where you sat?
Will you wake or be dead?
Be still able to take off your hat?
Or will the place where it was
the space that it had
Be displaced and detached?

I say that fucked up hard shit
Just like that sucker Bizarre did
Shut up, don't try'n act smart bitch
Cause you fuckin' aren't, rich but stupid 
So I don't care what you did
But you sure care what I spit
So be quiet while I am trying
To teach you a lesson 
Don't f*ck with the person
The surgeon with chainsaws
I promise you hard pain
And some of it nasty and really long lasting:
Cut your toes off one by one
You'll fit in your shoes and I'll have lunch
I'll f*ck you like Turks f*ck their goat
First from behind and then in the throat
I'll make you gag and vomit on your coat
I'll make you eat it and some of it I'm keeping
for myself to feed it fags who don't behave

This is my debut record
But already got one
Hateful faggot
He, called derTom
The second
The son of his father
And his fathers mother
His mom is his grandmother
But still he fucks her when he can
Incest in the second generation

Ich chille hier im Club und ich rave mit deiner Hoe
Leg ihr eine Line und fick sie auf dem Klo
Ich chille hier im Club und bin higher als ein Boot
Schieß auf deine Bande und sie sind alle tot
Chille hier im Club und ich rave mit deiner Hoe
Leg ihr eine Line und fick sie auf dem Klo
Ich schieß auf deine Bande, deine Bande, die is scheiße
Deine Bande die is scheiße, deswegen schieß ich auch auf die

Ah, ich chille hier so hart
Digga, chille jeden Tag
Ich möcht' nich' aufhören zu chillen
Ne, niemals

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