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verse assassin - thatredhoodedguy lyrics

the intro was the prologue, now i’m dropping the lyrical code red!
i’m loading the syllables, aiming right for your head!

the mic’s a kalashnikov, you better drop and crawl, i’m built to shock
i came to break the fourth wall, and smash the third eye ’til the clock stops
i’m the white noise that makes your therapist break down and withdraw it all
my flow is the perfect stitch, a tailor with the needle and the thread
you’re a cheap knockoff, a shein shipment delivered to the dead
call me hannibal lеctor, eating rappers with a little chianti
i turn your wholе discography into a footnote, a little bit faint*y
i’m not aiming for the charts, i’m aiming for the casket*case
i leave careers looking like a missing person’s cold, dead face

verse assassin! lock the door, turn the beat up, let the flow burn
i’m the fire marshal, the one who controls when you learn
i’m a literary ied, every stanza is a turn
verse assassin! watch the body count, it’s about your turn
your whole career’s getting put in a lyrical funeral urn!

i’m a rhythmic contagion, i leave your whole camp infected and shook
i’m oppenheimer on the beat, every bar is a blast, read the book
you rappers are softer than a squishmallow, a cabbage patch that n0body took
my bank account is up, my middle finger’s up, your future’s overcooked
i see you sub*tweeting, little blue checkmark keyboard gangster
i’m the ai that went rogue, the skynet that they couldn’t thank for
i pull up on your street, looking like travis kelce tryna get to a tank for
my references are deeper than the mariana trench in a well
i’m the reason the fcc sends a warning note from the depths of h*ll
i’ll give you a whole wildfire of words, i’ll ring your bell
you’re talking to the demon who put the devil under his spell
verse assassin! lock the door, turn the beat up, let the flow burn
i’m the fire marshal, the one who controls when you learn
i’m a literary ied, every stanza is a turn
verse assassin! watch the body count, it’s about your turn
your whole career’s getting put in a lyrical funeral urn!

yeah, the mic’s the mjölnir, and you’re all worthy… to be buried
this ain’t rap, this is lyrical guillotine, your sentence is carried
the verdict is in, and your career is officially parried
game over. the funeral procession has already tarried

- thatredhoodedguy lyrics

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