A collab with me & Arshey going bar for bar, try to keep up.
His bars all end in slash marks (these things: / ) mine have nothing at the end of them, so you can tell who's rapping.
I'm Arshey Haq, but you're just HACKS; like breach of data/
you freaks of nature reek of failure/
we'll rip you to shreds like sheets of paper/
ya'll so cliche'd, but we never cease to amaze ya/
givin' you somethin' to appreciate's a piece of cake, easy as A-B-C's, so meet your makers!!/
I'll beat ya legs first till ya shit your drawers & piss on your floor
You might be nice with the hands but I draw a quicker sword
Night of my wedding, out looking for a sicker whore to give my dick a sore
So greedy I'll win the lottery & still rob the liquor store
I don't erase the words of Christ, I cross through them
Undead, every album I release is posthumous
To find myself I had to journey to lost ruins
The same one where I toss humans, a vast herd of 'em
You talk a lotta trash, but we'll get the last word on ya/
we're cash burglars with Asperger's who are also mass murderers/
we'll leave your ass hurtin' in a body cast from a smashed vertebrae/
then evict you from your house while we sit and count hundreds/
toss you in the same ditch that your kids were found dumped in/
don't give a shit about nothin'/
there's only one me, but you're strictly outnumbered/
fuck, soon as you hit the sound button/
we get the ground thumpin', get this crowd jumpin,/
and get this town bumpin'---YOU? Make us sick to our stomachs!/
fell off and didn't hit the ground runnin'/
you'll never amount to somethin'/
you're a virus to this site! We about to fix this malfunction/
I pound punches full of loud cussin' that's even got hounds duckin'
Till the stands are filled with more fans that were killed than hazardous spills at cancer drills
With a butcher knife I turn McDonalds to Hamburger Hill
Mad when I get a burger, bitch I asked for a meal
Not lost for words, eating snatch is the only time cat's got my tongue
Inhaling meth but waiting till the crack rots my lungs
When it comes to coke, like fat kids in the lunchroom I put pounds in lines
Crunch shrooms & inhale dust fumes till i'm on mushroom cloud nine
You'll be rolling on the spiked floor dying from laughter at this untrue clowns line
Turned into a foul rhyme that you could never outshine, you're wack not even decent at all
Who told you kids you could SPEAK TO ADULTS?!/
we'll have your life screech to a halt; have you beat to a pulp/
'till we don't feel a beat to your pulse; a lethal assault/
then feed you to wolves while watching you being engulfed/
eaten & gulped *burp* down/
We're leaders of this cult, your soul is mine to keep
I snort lines of coke off of paper with lined sheets
Your bitch blows my mind the way she gives brains, shes a mindfreak
Sick in the head, my deep thoughts will give you AIDs in the brain
Whenever I take flight there's a snake on the plane
Don't got a heart, my chest is hollow inside
I'll make you choke on my words then bust creative juices & have you swallow my pride
And now that all of you died, we'll be leaving...But you go away FIRST/
Cuz you just got killed by our throwaway verse!/
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