The Horrors That Be

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The Horrors That Be
The Horrors That Be
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Duration:4:02   Year:2022
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Kno-Body Knose:

What I write it horrifies. Exposing mics to poltergeist

Better close your doors at night. Hocus pocus, broken lights!!

So afraid you close your eyes. I socialize with those that died.

Leaving mortals mortified. Say goodbye, it’s your demise

Since my planetary birth causing panic on the earth.

Disaster from January first to January first

Damn, these niggas cursed. Jerks tried plan against me first

But I Chanted every verse ’til this man in front me burst. It gets worse.

Brain disorder, feel no pain, trained to torture

Favorite rapper got a restraining order. I’m making horror

On the edge of insanity, franticly close the border.

Wack rappers come a dime a dozen. 4 for a quarter.

The list of competition to mention shorter and shorter

Add your supporters towards the order, more for the slaughter.

Joke if you wanna, you’re a goner provoking the drama

Block heads get dropped deep in the water feet soaking in mortar

Hit ’em with that bang bang. onomatopoeia

Sickness from this slang thang, a different kind of fever

That’s word to John and Eva. Converting non-believers

Turn it up, burning hot like trying to sit inside a heater

I’m a leader equipped with a homicidal features

My flow inside your speakers will blow your mind to pieces.

They quote me like I’m Jesus. No hope to try to resist.

My thesis reaches the whole entire sequence

Where the fuck you get your style from? The shit sound dumb.

You left the “Al” off your album that spells your outcome.

Microphone I bust rather ceremonious.

I bodied it. Embodiment of every terror known to us

The shogun assassin’s come ’cause all of you peasants are rapping dumb

My raps are from an acid tongue, oleoresin capsicum

Maximum wrath at them. Choking your neck, collapse yo lung

Everybody hands up like I’m holding a weapon in back of em

9frequency:

Back to the basics while I drag bodies back to the basement

I only black on the track. You would think I’m actually racist

Collapsing your trach in for doing laps in camp crystal lake

When they tried to drown us in mass with the mask I’m Back like I’m Jason

But that’s just a preview pre’d in the prelude leave I beseesch you

9 don’t Dash so the math ain’t math and we see no equals

TYPE to delete you back in my space(myspace backspace) like just give me room

What’s gas to fire & brimstone Inhaling (in hell in) these fumes

You know what’s next (necks) your throat chakras open like you smoking sess (sinsemilla)

Your blood ain’t pumping I see thru your chest like it’s an open vest

Your zipper broken. Why would you provoke ’em knowing they the best

The Words are potent every vocal spoken can tear off your flesh

I dropped a bomb on them goofies they tried to blast back

Consumed in fire realizing they met their last match (match)

Turned you to splatter on a wall. That paintings abstract

We running things, cut off your legs y’all took your last lap

Them niggas know to get up in this game you need a different coach

You wish you could to make it in my hood is kinda Diffi (Cult/coat)

They hell wound I left ’em spell bound from the shit I wrote

It’s such a shame your body here. Your brain is on a different coast

I can’t decide you living or dying so it’s a toss up

My last line was just symbolizing you niggas washed up

Drowning in swamp stuff. You just another body conquered

I released I’ll be (brief) you so scared that you wet your boxers

They tried to share their rage from that stage it wasn’t like mine

Well since you act I direct this axe and cut your life LINES

I see you not aware(were) I’m a wolf howling at nighttime

Sinking my fangs deep in they veins, poisoned they pipeline

I’m like a sinner mixed with God you not a semblance of hard

I’m just an instrument of odds. So I crash like cymbals, flipped a car

All your sentiments are cinnamon. You a synonym for Oz

That means you fake. Made your mistakes and now your body’s rapped in gauze

Boy lay down, this just a playground how I’m swinging these swords

Thought my name was next to Conan the way I’m burying (barian) bars .

Look at the mirror cracking now all we see are your flaws

Your life is a horror movie, you can’t forget what you Saw (Saw🪚)

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