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[[Explicit | Memories]]

It's Mr. Columbine
Psychotic out of his mind
You bought I'm out of time
It's hot and hell is mine

I could rhyme about nothin
Talk a lot and make no sense
But I with every line, every rhyme
It's scary I'm, what represents

A minority, in authority
I'm bartering, about slaughtering
A million f*ckin single people
Lucifer let me be a chainsaw evil Knievel

How the f*ck have you not
Heard of me, that sounds absurd to me
That is grounds for emergency
Surgery, certainly

I'm just a villain at best
At best when I'm killin the rest
Penicillin won't heal him
Chain shine like it's smilin at death

Adversary's b*tch I got none
Wanna become one
You gunna come undone
Tommy Gun clip and I'm back to none

I'll f*ckin shun a nun
F*ck what I've done f*ckin done
Run up in her dress, make a very slu*ty mess
Religious hit and run

Metaphysical, metamorphic
Nyquil, Dinosauric
I feel, ignorant
Still ill, my flow you can't ignore it

Homocidal, suicidal
It's a reinvential rehearsal recital
History, remember me
It's a sin to be as good as me

[[Procrastinator | King]]

Sometimes my raps are obscene
And describe a smutty pornographic scene
That's R-18
They're so filthy, I feel guilty
I have to rinse my mouth out with Listerine
Like when I rap about those b*tches smothered in Margarine --

The Rhymenocerous, A.K.A. Brett from F.O.T.C.

Long live Gangsta Folk.

[[Explicit | Memories]]

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