The Sound of Violence

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Slick Hal and B.Syke

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Now, you put water into a cup
It becomes the cup
You put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle
You put in a teapot, it becomes the teapot
Now, water can flow or it can crash
On the mic I come correct
With devious intent
Inspect the decks
I'mma leave mics in body bags like Inspectah Deck
Recklessness
Better check yo set, 'cuz I infect your heads
Your fucked up psychotic thoughts is what I represent
Ain't from the slums of Shaolin
But I grew up on that Murda Mef
So when I'm stickin' my dick in a chick named Caroline
Its murder-sex
Curve the neck
This shit's Gillette
The best a man can get
I'm finality, period
These bitches done bled to death
So f*ck outta my way cuz I'm bout to beat ya
Break a leg, motherfucker I'mma club you with yo femur
Act like lions, but beefin' ya is like crossin' a zebra
Blast the mic like dynamite, everybody about to see ya
Later alligator
Blown to smithereens like kheema
My dick's your mother's elevator, fucked into a seizure
My tots her taters, deep in like tonsils, you'll need surgical procedure
To remove me from her throat, I ain't giving a breather
To any cocksucker
Step up to me, catch the meat-cleaver
Roll up on me with your boys, yo' ass is Julius Caesar
Your crew about to betray you when they see me beat ya
With a mic and a sledgehammer
For your eulogy, this the verse I'mma read ya
Heck of a creature
Creepin' till this shit wrecks the arena
Expect a Visa, I'm sending you to Mecca-Medina
Run in circles but your god won't even retrospect to redeem ya
You think you packin' heat like a Techa?
Bitch, you ain't N9na
On the beat I swing every way like Sia
Bitches, fuckboys, parents, kids, everybody finna get featured
No criteria
I'm flayin' and hanging 'em from the chandelier
This booth is my area
Get fucked up if you materia
Lize on my cornea
Call my dick Grayson 'cuz I beat the pussy like an Escrima
Shut the f*ck up "Oh Miss Believer"
I'm sendin' 21 Piloted napalms while you Wonder, woman
As I kill Athena
There ain't no motherfuckin' savior
Lock your windows and doors as I bring alive your phobias
Slide down your chimney
"Ho-ho-ho"
Wild with hysteria
Merry Christmas, motherfucker
Spread your labia
I'm Santa Claus with a chainsaw
Now ride it like a motherfuckin' reindeer
When I'm crossed, motherfuckers get headless
When I'm crossed, it's time to send the message
Ain't nothing new, about these funeral bells
Ain't nothing new, about these femoral reds
When I'm crossed, motherfuckers get headless
When I'm crossed, it's time to send the message
Ain't nothing new, about these funeral bells
Ain't nothing new, about these femoral reds
Coursin' through those veins was ma ale
Now it's raining
Make a statement, impale 'em
I'm Vlad in the basement
I flay my prey like a fetish for wearing their faces
The young motherfuckin' Dracula
I ain't playin'
I like 'em nice and feisty so I'm dicing like I'm Jason
F*ck this stationary shit, why don't we get to chasing?
Fight or flight? Ain't no choice
You think you Mike Tyson?
Get yo' heart pumpin' so the blood rush out a fountain
Feel light-headed when I hear a pulse in my vicinity
All the blood's in my dick and there's only one remedy
Slow that beat down till it sounds almost dead to me
Make a victim watch, while I jerk it off viciously
Not a pale dude but I'm stronger, more menacing
When I'm on that O-negative, I can do anything
Got this iron buzz from this blood like it's Hennessy
Your organs be snacks
I'm like Venom, see?
(Eddie)
Cold-blooded appetite, smoke 'em like I'm vaping
Victims in a paradigm, I know how to bait 'em
In the zone like Twilight
Team Edward, no debating
Like my meat to shine bright, ain't no escaping
I'mma digest his diamonds
Then drain him for lunch
It's the finest of dry meats
For stitching and such
And I might let you ride with
It finna be fun
'Cuz the blood types is tightest
When mixin' it up
The fear consumes you before I get a chance to
Sink my teeth
Let it flow and take a bath too
Here, let me put on a tune that we can dance to
The panic confines you
Don't wanna dance?
Who asked you?
Quit acting bashful
I just want a mouthful
Just a taste, a little from behind you
I'm mindful of that behind ya hide fool
Let me take a crack at it, you know?
Haha
I could give a f*ck about 'em tears, I'm a sinner
A walking horror picture where the fuckin' fear lingers
I'm one for the theatrics, M.O like the Ripper
Choppin' bodies like 'em mics
You know about our methods
We ain't fuckin around
This the new Demonic Wreckords
When I'm crossed, motherfuckers get headless
When I'm crossed, it's time to send the message
Ain't nothing new, about these funeral bells
Ain't nothing new, about these femoral reds
When I'm crossed, motherfuckers get headless
When I'm crossed, it's time to send the message
Ain't nothing new, about these funeral bells
Ain't nothing new, about these femoral reds
This Proofmatik Music, motherfucker

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