Genocide
The Gemini is down to drop bars
In Michael Knight's car
While driving into the dark
With power tools in the car
With a curved iron bar
And a sack full of tar
And a gaged Airbender
The Last Avatar
I'm the black earth bender
The lost soul of Brenda
The blades in the blender
Your brains in jar
With a coat of maple syrup
I'mma blend and make a serum
For you pussies I'mma kill em
All I do is disposition
I'm hideous
This shit is serious
I left your body in that room
And cracked your tibias
I pledge allegiance I'm a criminal
Insidious
I'll choke a slit throat clean with an umbilical cord
This mental fuckery was thought to be
The cure for broken arteries
They called this shit Lobotomy
They tried to cure a schizo of his mental disability
But turned him to a veggie
Then they left him to infinity
They'd surgically try to cut off your white nerve fibres
With a scalpel and a grinder
Make you dream of the Bahamas
I'll rip your fucking forehead into quadruples with manual tools
And send a fucking shockwave in you like it's Pikachu
But look at you
You suffer daily Gugu gaga
Baby daddy, mama drama
Has you choking on saliva undercover
See your baby daddy's daddy
He wore pantyhose and tannies
Then he left a fucking jock straps for you little Sammy
Sent you candy to your Addie
With the Reaper in a caddy
See your daddy was a baddie
He wore anklets and toe rings
Murdered all the 4 kings
Then he stood before me
To dual me in a sword ring
I stuck a butter knife into his spinal cord
Like the way he did to your father figure
Dahmer's corpse
He took a souvenir guillotine style
Then he walked about a mile
Where he left you off to die
Bitch I'm a Gemini I'm versatile
Sunday I'm the Grimm Reaper
Monday I'm the old hag I don't smile
I'm more grizzly than a bear
And more frizzly than a
Chihuahua simmered for an hour
In a pot of boiling lava
Make her scamper like a coward
Sit down another hour
And scour you till you're flowered
You piggies die from scour
Hey there you're look a little lour
Speak a little louder
This asylum's for a dower
Listen to the walls
You can hear her chuckle louder
Dig a fetus out the garden
You gave birth to a flower
Who grew to be the baddest bitch
Yah that's Rihanna
Clear my room of all the silver cutlery
Before I turn this shit into a butchery
And show you what I can be
Gory and a bit mean
Fuck a horror movie
I'm the serial rap killer
In his own demeanor
With a screw driver, and a driller
If I'm hired for the kill
I'mma charge her to the bill
With buffalo in her will
Put that bitch inside a grill
Rip her open by the limbs
Leave her organs to her kids
I'm a sinister minister menace her until I'm
On the front page of a black and white
Sunday time
Get me on that stage I deserve a Pulitzer
But I'm stuck in this asylum with a jumper cable on my tongue
Strapped to a table with my feet in the water
In Michael Knight's car
While driving into the dark
With power tools in the car
With a curved iron bar
And a sack full of tar
And a gaged Airbender
The Last Avatar
I'm the black earth bender
The lost soul of Brenda
The blades in the blender
Your brains in jar
With a coat of maple syrup
I'mma blend and make a serum
For you pussies I'mma kill em
All I do is disposition
I'm hideous
This shit is serious
I left your body in that room
And cracked your tibias
I pledge allegiance I'm a criminal
Insidious
I'll choke a slit throat clean with an umbilical cord
This mental fuckery was thought to be
The cure for broken arteries
They called this shit Lobotomy
They tried to cure a schizo of his mental disability
But turned him to a veggie
Then they left him to infinity
They'd surgically try to cut off your white nerve fibres
With a scalpel and a grinder
Make you dream of the Bahamas
I'll rip your fucking forehead into quadruples with manual tools
And send a fucking shockwave in you like it's Pikachu
But look at you
You suffer daily Gugu gaga
Baby daddy, mama drama
Has you choking on saliva undercover
See your baby daddy's daddy
He wore pantyhose and tannies
Then he left a fucking jock straps for you little Sammy
Sent you candy to your Addie
With the Reaper in a caddy
See your daddy was a baddie
He wore anklets and toe rings
Murdered all the 4 kings
Then he stood before me
To dual me in a sword ring
I stuck a butter knife into his spinal cord
Like the way he did to your father figure
Dahmer's corpse
He took a souvenir guillotine style
Then he walked about a mile
Where he left you off to die
Bitch I'm a Gemini I'm versatile
Sunday I'm the Grimm Reaper
Monday I'm the old hag I don't smile
I'm more grizzly than a bear
And more frizzly than a
Chihuahua simmered for an hour
In a pot of boiling lava
Make her scamper like a coward
Sit down another hour
And scour you till you're flowered
You piggies die from scour
Hey there you're look a little lour
Speak a little louder
This asylum's for a dower
Listen to the walls
You can hear her chuckle louder
Dig a fetus out the garden
You gave birth to a flower
Who grew to be the baddest bitch
Yah that's Rihanna
Clear my room of all the silver cutlery
Before I turn this shit into a butchery
And show you what I can be
Gory and a bit mean
Fuck a horror movie
I'm the serial rap killer
In his own demeanor
With a screw driver, and a driller
If I'm hired for the kill
I'mma charge her to the bill
With buffalo in her will
Put that bitch inside a grill
Rip her open by the limbs
Leave her organs to her kids
I'm a sinister minister menace her until I'm
On the front page of a black and white
Sunday time
Get me on that stage I deserve a Pulitzer
But I'm stuck in this asylum with a jumper cable on my tongue
Strapped to a table with my feet in the water
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