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lirik lagu no rumors – out psycho

[verse one]
my insanity’s fuming like a loony toon
that’s groaning over one of my freaky tunes
like a scary impending doom
perhaps i’m still going through this eerie gloom
as if i’m nastily glued to this freaking horseshoe
like a f-ckin skull that’s tongue tied to a f-ckin horse manure
sincerely bloomed with the feeling of defecating bl–dy stools
but still i’m lyrically grooved to walk forth into this revolting zoo
these nightmarish lyrics i’ll spew and imma continue
till there’s a ton of bleeding pus throughout this tumorous tube
h-llishly zooming till there’s a ton that’s terribly exhumed and caught up fatally through my cobweb’s
venomously luring with legions of vomiting worms enduring
cause it’s mucus in the mixture of this moistening
plus i’m still manufacturing horses corpses and consuming cadavers
like a f-ckin skeletal selector
a f-ckin dis-ssembling eyeball and skull collector
with cynic accusations of disemboweling whole bladders like intestine scattering
while paying dues to my d-mn fecal matter
like a f-ckin homage and sh-t
as an entire intestinal collapsing is happening due to this moisturizing gamma
that’s over spewing cancerous tumors recklessly and so randomly
out the f-ckin meat grinder
like a f-ckin screaming fetus inside the blender
that’s ripped and scorned apart and then teared to shreds

[chorus]
ain’t no rumors
you’re all a bunch of cancerous tumors

[verse two]
out psychos still here to improve all of you f-ggots f-ckin wrong
even with asthmatic inflectional cold and a f-ckin ho-rs- throat that’s about to withdrawn from this d-mn plot but i think not
cause i’m keeping it realistically hot
till it’ll burns an entire f-ckin grave plot (grave plot)
b-tch -ss c-nts ain’t got sh-t on my d-mn rhymes
so i’m defecating most definitely a bunch of pus
like a f-ckin hard erection when i’m f-cking wh0r-s in a horrid lookin ford
with a catapulting caliber that’s horribleness of course
cause i’m stepping beyond the realms of horrorcore
overdosing graphic images of gruesome galore
perhaps i’m so capable of raping a dwarf
videotaping an aching scene while i’m jacking off to an aping corpse
cause i’m most probably hated
in every groundbreaking source of course
trying to overdose on female p-ss
i’m inventing brand new raps as i’m spewing through this revoltion
improving spewing manufacturing consuming amusing
like a f-cked up m-s-ch-st
this years resolution imma be stabbin you with a f-ckin chainsaw
till i’m sawing each n every f-ckin arm and limb out of you
lookin like a f-ckin armstrong out of a baby’s eyeb-lls

[chorus]
ain’t no rumors
you’re all a bunch of cancerous tumors

[verse three]
i’m revolting and spewing this brand new lyricism
cause its like i’m fuming from within n fueling through verbalism
but my immune system’s still full of bacterial mechanism
i’m consuming due to this appet-te intensive glistering
of me having immense intentions to practice venomous cannibalism
and it’s an animals side of wisdom to be brutally exhuming others
for self proclaiming imperialism and pure protection
but with such an intense aggression that is
like a f-ckin transition cause 2018’s my transaction
and in this mission imma improve my music craft
like brutal witchcraft occultic practicing inflictions
spewing lyrics and finding brand new ideas to cause incision
in and out of this d-mn aching vision
my contamination of rhyming words
are like a f-ckin horse manure mixed with cancerous worms
surviving an entire calendar while rhyming bout consuming fetal cadavers
fore i’m rummaging more corpses till this sh-ts totally gory
like a h-llish invitation
cause i’m so d-mn savage like brutal savagery
sabotaging severed heads severely
causing traumatic bodily injuries
till it’ll be lookin like the worst case of graphic imagery

[chorus]
ain’t no rumors
you’re all a bunch of cancerous tumors

pitching aborted babies with pitchforks on a daily basis
cause to me it’s like a dogs piled of sh-t infested with rabies
and perhaps out psychos returning once again
so better take some notes ladies
overusing these words like a running horse’s mucus
that’s full of racing thoughts as if my f-ckin eyesight’s burning…lupus!
while facing a corpse which i’m already consuming

- out psycho

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