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The Sick Lunatics (da sick lunaticz)


www.youtube.com/watch?v=BRE2pc5kdUI

[Hook: KRS-One]
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this

[Verse 1: Eminem]
This is my theme music
Devil's go to sleep, they dreams fiend to it
Spleen green fluid that leaks in your brain like the Miss' sewage
Robotic Ninja Turtle, my verbals'll shine crop circles
The language of an alien lifeform, fought cops purples
The perfect flow pocket like a pilot in a cockpit
Whose firing rockets of violent, offing some pilin
Hostages bodies and homemade coffins, I got a vile of toxins
Send you flying through the air like Mary Poppins
Never Benny popping, I'mma grizzly bear chomping
Through your epidermis, F your workers, effortless verses
That was perfect, overload the circuits in your iPhone
The Silver Surfer murder every universe where I roam
The rose colored, blood flooded rooms like REDRUM
My flow's Novocaine, blow your brain, leave your head numb
The psychopathic writing magic words like Holy Shamans
Your ears are Holy-watching, eardrums were thrown to coffins

[Hook: KRS-One]
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
I be the...!

[Verse 2: G.F.]
I sh*t out sh*tters, shake Richters and ricochet
Bullets that'll have you stepping quicker than Kid 'n Play
My missiles slay little gay rappers who exist today
Fistol rock, pistol pop, darkness will eclipse your block
Bitches stop dead in they tracks to go and get a cop
Get a job, get involved, f*** with me and get dissolved
Problem solved, gun revolved, cavemen who can't evolve
Molotov cocktails, burn a servant to the cloth
Back 'em off, blast 'em off, snipe they heads with Asimov's
Clashed to cough, G is off meds, taking off your heads
Shatter back like Shaq backboards and basketballs
Scatter brain, act of Ativan and Adderall
Add 'em up, bodycount shows that I'm bad as f***
I'm baseball fury in battle yelling, "Batter up!"
I need a clinic. Spitting cynic verses that'll hit a critic heart
And if Ridd*ck did it, admit it, y'all the one that did it...!

[Hook: KRS-One]
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
I be the sick lunatic where the Devil is pwned
From the mist of the darkness, I come with this
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1 | 0 Comments | Sep 25th 2022 23:36

Rap's not Pop! (Diss to The Game, MGK, etc...)


www.youtube.com/watch?v=creYms7tCd4

[Verse 1]
Y'all are a bunch of posers with over-exposure
J.J. Fad haircuts and padded shoulders
Next year, you dudes'll probably be wearing high-heels
And make-up like a b*t*h, do whatever to sign deals
And I ain't just some old-head stuck in my old ways
But I ain't feeling rappers who look like they go both ways
Was raised in the greatest generation to do it
And you can hear it in my music, but now rap is polluted
It's like I'm glued to super-druids removing all of the sewage
That y'all are spewing and stewing in thirdly bodily fluids
Unsunk Titanic to get rid of the sh*t they put in the water
They start to poison the people, the people they alter
Fluoridating, sedating the brain and breaking they will
The same sh*t happened to rap - they extracted the skill
It's like Pop is a poison, in the form of a pill
And you understand the risks, but you taking it still
Everybody recycles everybody else's beats
50 versions of 1 song 30 times in 1 week
Then everybody repeats, so everybody is weak
West Coast rappers be d**k-riding dirty South beats
There's no sense of culture. It's over. It's a wrap
Like what Whites did to Jazz when the music was Black
And now these internet f**kboys wanna speak like it's fact
With that overly-emotional rap, it's so whack!

[Chorus]
Rap is not Pop, if you call it that, then stop
You ain't ever lived it, you new to Hip-Hop
(I know this, much is, true)
(x2)

[Verse 2]
I put a bullet in my radio, put it out of its misery
It'll be a cold day in Hell before they get to me
Never surrender to they gender-bender agenda
Remember Nebuchadnezzar and just return it to sender
I'm 'bout to burn it forever, they Babylonian loading
The subliminal visuals since you've watched Nickelodeon
Or like the pimp at the podium, talking slick 'til you vote for them
I'd rather cut him open and soak the suckers in sodium
Stadiums packed with clones who scream and clap
For an auto-tuned fag singing Emo-Rap
Y'all need to stop what you're doing, like the Preemo track
You're so arrogant, it's embarrassing, your ego's wack
I'm too, Kool G Rap for these new-school cats
I'm Freddie Foxx with burn marks from Glocks on wax
I hijack, hack, relax, steady stick to the facts
'Cause stickup kids is out to tax
(Stick-up kids is out to tax!)
Volume at the max with the sunroof back
I was rapping when them rappers didn't care about a plaque
Or the plastic facade, it's a fact - it's a fraud
Mathers' classical raps - intergalactic gods
Escaped from the pod, like Kal-El, from outta Hell
With verses that would make any Earthling's mouth melt
Yo, watching MTV with Public Enemy
Peace to Ted Demme, I was raised on that energy!
(.)

[Chorus]
Rap is not Pop, if you call it that, then stop
You ain't ever lived it, you new to Hip-Hop
(I know this, much is, true)
(x2)
But don't y'all want the truth to be said...?
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Shady Emerald Law


www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BhzAPG49A8

There's a light contagiousness to this tirade
It just might make you sick
So irate with this my brain is just like a f***ing fried egg
Is my mind scrambled? (Cause I'm lit) narrow minded
But go through such a wide range of this emotion
That my rage has gotta squeeze through it sideways
I just pulled up in Clive Davis' driveway
With his personal memoir saying he's bi
Waving a nine, a picket sign, egging his ride, making him cry "rape" then arrive naked
And drive straight through the gay pride parade yay Yippee-Ki-Yay
Cause here I- wait, did the world just pee on my leg?
And should I take it as a sign? Maybe to take 'em back into times (Shady)
Stuck out like a sore thumb, so I gave em the finger
To take the attention away from my stinking face it was bringing
Changed the whole complexion of the game, but just in case you was thinking
An inkling of replacing the kingpin, you're crazy, you're wasting your ink then
So if this is any indication of what you may be facing
You better make a distinction cause you fake imitations
Are leaving a bad taste, f*** making a bad impression
That's the worst impersonation I've ever seen and
Who raps nasally, eyes hazily, rhymes crazily
But sounds like he may need some FLO, nasally speaking?
What kind of stupid question is that?
Hey Mrs. Abraham Lincoln
Other than your husband's f***ing brains that were leaking, how'd you think that play was this weekend?
You ain't the real Slim Shady, sit your ass down faggot
See me on a ballot? I'm running for class clown
Rich democrat, bitch, so I'm just a candidate
To come f*** up the whole party, me and Flipmode starting a campaign
To have every campus on a f***ing rampage
Act my goddamn age? I am eight, so let's get smashed
And wake up the next day with the room trashed, covered in Band-Aids
Glass ashtray smashed, champagne splashed on the lampshades
But this ain't up for debate, this is undebatable
Shady for president, ho, don't make me go take it back to the days of old
Where Sway and Tech radio when I was taking so much NoDoz and LSD
I almost fell asleep on the wake up show
F*** you telling me, fools? I was living shock
Raising hell up in jews when Penelope Cruz was still developing boobs
Me and Bus put it down like a sick pet
You're f***ing with vets dawg, f***ing internet bloggers
"I sit in front of my computer all day and comment on
Everything, I'm an expert on everything, everything sucks, play the next song"
Guess if I hopped out your freaking laptop, you idiot prick
With Biggie and kicked the living sh*t out of you, I'd be dead wrong
Son of God I'm not soft like a wet log, pores never get clogged
I'm so full of self-esteem that I sweat fog
Yes, yes y'all, steady on the left, y'all
Step off or you get stepped on soft
Bout as commercial as my f***ing Learjet
Jealously'll get you as green as a Chia Pet
I can see that you're visibly upset, dawg
Alert, alert, girl, alert
Once you enter in my house of pain, you're in a world of hurt, so
Jump around, jump, jump, get that ass shaking
Jump around, jump, came to hit you with a fan favorite
But if you too fly for coach better get them get them arms and freaking hands flailing
Jump like Van Halen, and pray for a damn tailwind
More afraid of success than I am of failure
So what does that tell ya?
That on a grand scale I don't give a f*** about nothing
Like Stan mailing his last piece of fan mail
Before he ran straight into the damn railing
Chill, man, chill!!!
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2 | 0 Comments | Sep 25th 2022 21:10

Linkin Park, Logic, Eminem - DARKEST;HOUR


www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z-fimlK1e2Q

[Intro: Elvira]
Oh, my sweet child
What do you know about fear?
Fear is for the long night
When the sun hides and children are
Born and live and die - All in Darkness
That is the time for fear, my child

[Verse 1: Mike Shinoda]
Run, running back
Tell 'em where I'm coming at
I was on that bullsh*t
Yeah now I'm done with that
Scared of what I didn't want
Scared of what I wanted at
Thought that I was finished
But I hardly had begun in fact
I'm a beast, I'm a monster, a savage
And any other metaphor the culture can imagine
And I got a caption for anybody asking
That is I'm feeling f***ing fantastic
Come, come again
Feeling when it's flooding in
Woke up knowing I don't have to be numb again
Starting line, scratch that
I don't have to run again
Giving f***s back
Tell 'em that I'm not coming in
I'm the person on the payroll
And you can't tell me how I should do it
'Cause you say so
But I'm not dancing to the rhythm you replay no
'Cause I'm already half a million miles away no

[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
Somebody better explain
Why my ears are ringing so loud
Someone's got something to say
Grow some balls and say it to my face

[Chorus: Eminem]
Somebody talk to me
Somebody better explain, how my name’s ending up in your mouth
Somebody talk to me
Got 2 seconds to talk, I want some answers right the f*** now
Somebody talk to me
'Cause if it’s me that you’re talking about then I, I wanna know
Somebody talk to me
We're almost past the point of being able to talk this sh*t out

[Verse 2: Logic]
Feeling this villainous vibe
Chilling with me and my Tribe
Gotta spit this to survive
How long have I been alive?
Twenty-four years and counting not including my momma womb
I'm here in the lab, and I'll be here until the tomb
Album coming soon watch the Rattpack consume
Aye, yo, yeah
I've been on that real sh*t
That fun sh*t
Spit artillery, like a gunship
V's up we run sh*t
Don't come around with that dumb sh*t it's scandalous
In the studio in Los Angeles
At No I.D. spot hit you with the heat rock, goddamn
You Lumbergh rappers is Initech
Bitch I've been a fact
Hit you like Hiroshima, then intercept
Coming for everybody's Achilles
Put my own money into this album, like half a milli
It's Logic, coming for their neck no disrespect
I did this sh*t in two minutes or less
Who knows what to expect?

[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
Somebody better explain
Why my ears are ringing so loud
Someone's got something to say
Grow some balls and say it to my face

[Chorus: Eminem]
Somebody talk to me
Somebody better explain, how my name’s ending up in your mouth
Somebody talk to me
Got 2 seconds to talk, I want some answers right the f*** now
Somebody talk to me
'Cause if it’s me that you’re talking about then I, I wanna know
Somebody talk to me
We're almost past the point of being able to talk this sh*t out

[Verse 3: Eminem]
Yeah, this game has got me going crazy
F*** it, I am crazy, what's new?
What kind of f***ing glue you think I’d be if I was glue?
We lost Proof, he was our group's glue but where was you
When we were falling apart? You were sh*tting on us too
But no one but us knew we were beefing 'cause that's what happens
When you beef with crew, it stays in your crew 'cause it's just crew
But we're back now, yeah, we took our time but in one crew
Only thing we're in a hurry for now is to rush you
And we're back to say sh*t you don't got the guts or the nuts to
P**sy, go pick your p**sy leaves off your cunt tree, f*** you
Achoo, bless you, I’m allergic to p**sy
Sluts too, yeah, you think you’re the sh*t 'til we flush you
Had some bullsh*t to readjust to
Now there's just a few of us left, but it’d be unjust to rob us our just due
So rest in peace to Bugz and Proof, this one's for you homies, we love you
But we can’t stop now, we'd have too much of our blood drew from this...

[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
Somebody better explain
Why my ears are ringing so loud
Someone's got something to say
Grow some balls and say it to my face

[Chorus: Eminem]
Somebody talk to me
Somebody better explain, how my name’s ending up in your mouth
Somebody talk to me
Got 2 seconds to talk, I want some answers right the f*** now
Somebody talk to me
'Cause if it’s me that you’re talking about then I, I wanna know
Somebody talk to me
We're almost past the point of being able to talk this sh*t out

[Bridge: Chester Bennington]
No, hear me out, now
You're gonna listen to me, like it or not
Right now, hear me out, now
You're gonna listen to me, like it or not
Right now

[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
Somebody better explain
Why my ears are ringing so loud
Someone's got something to say
Grow some balls and say it to my face

[Chorus: Eminem & Chester Bennington]
Somebody talk to me
(Right now)
Somebody better explain, how my name’s ending up in your mouth
Somebody talk to me
(Right Now)
Got 2 seconds to talk, I want some answers right the f*** now
Somebody talk to me
(Right Now)
'Cause if it’s me that you’re talking about then I, I wanna know
Somebody talk to me
(Right Now)
We're almost past the point of being able to talk this sh*t out

[Outro: Eminem]
Somebody talk to me...
Somebody better explain
Why my ears are ringing so loud
Someone's got something to say
Grow some balls and say it to my face
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EMINEM - GodZilla


www.youtube.com/watch?v=7HIdAdMWShU

[Verse 1: Eminem]
If you never gave a damn, raise your hand
'Cause I'm about to set trip, vacation plans
I'm on point like my index is so all you will ever get is
The motherf***ing finger (finger) prostate exam ('xam)
How can I have all these fans and perspire?
Like a liar's pants, I'm on fire
And I got no plans to retire and I'm still the man you admire
These chicks are spazzing out, I only get more handsome and flyer
I got 'em passing out like what you do when you hand someone flyers
And what goes around comes around just like the blades on the chainsaw
'Cause I caught the flack but my dollars stacked right off the bat like a baseball
Like Kid Ink, bitch, I got them sheets with
So much ease that they call me Diddy
'Cause I make bands and I call getting cheese a cakewalk (cheesecake)
Bitch, I'm a player, I'm too motherf***ing stingy for Cher
Won't even lend you an ear, ain't even pretending to care
But I tell a bitch I'll marry her if she'll bury her
Face in my genital area, the original Richard Ramirez
Cristian Rivera 'cause my lyrics never sit well
So, they want to give me the chair like a paraplegic
And it's scary, call it Harry Caray
'Cause every Tom and Spike and Jerry carry a Merriam motherf***ing dictionary
Got 'em swearing up and down they can spit, this sh*t is hilarious
It's time to put these bitches in the obituary column
We wouldn't see eye to eye with a staring problem
Get the shaft like a steering column
Trigger happy, pack heat but it's black ink, Evil half of the Bad Meets
Evil, here, take a backseat, take it back to Fat Beats with a maxi single
Do this rap sh*t, what attracts these people is my gangster, bitch
Like Apathy with a nasty jingle, I stack chips
You barely got a half eaten Cheetos
Fill 'em with the venom and eliminate 'em/lemonade 'em
Other words, I Minute Maid 'em
I don't want to hurt 'em but I did it in a fit of rage in
I'm murdering again, nobody will evade him, I'm fitting to kill 'em
And dumping their f***ing bodies in the lake
Obliterating everything incinerate with renegades
I'm here to make anybody who want it with the pen afraid
But don't nobody want it but they're gonna get it, anyways
'Cause I'm beginning to feel like I'm mentally ill, kill or be killed Attica
Iller vanilla gorilla, you bringing the killer within me out of me
You don't want to be the enemy of the demon who entered in me
Or be on the receiving end of me, what stupidity it'd be
Every bit of me is the epitome of a spitter
When I'm in the vicinity, motherf***er, you better duck
Or you finna be dead the minute you run into me
A 100% of you is a 5° of a 50% of me
I'm 'bout to f***ing finish you, bitch, I'm unfadable
You want to battle? I'm available, I'm blowing up like a inflatable
I'm undebatable, I'm unavoidable, I'm unevadable, I'm on the toilet bowl
I got a trailer full of money and I'm paid in full, I'm not afraid to pull the...
Man, stop, look what I'm planning, haha (planning, haha)
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