Explicit Poetry

Oooh
We're gonna remind you
How the real represent should sound like
And remember that is just a poetry. But who knows?

Yeah
When I'm on a beat, I devastate it
And no matter what state you at, Imma say that
You're gonna feel me like
I penetrated under your skin with no blading
Hey Diss! There's another guy who says he don't feel you
Matter fact he's hating on you
What are we gonna do with this dude, maybe free him
No, just bring him
I grab him by the teeth, slit the throat, decapitate with ease
With these scissors I sit alone in my city like Will Smith
My dog is speaking to me
And I'm fuckin scared that I understand it
Man I'm mad, and I'm out of reality
I live in fantasy, all I see is necromancers starting animosity with
D-I-S-C L-A-M-E, R-rated for the reason indeed
You say my ego is inflated? Aaaah, okay, maybe
I can show you what rage is, but not against the machine
You can say it's outrageous, indecent, obscene
But I prefer little more meaty scheme
You say I'm a sadist, satanist or serial killer
I say I'm poet of thriller
Million dollar fear dealer, ill as Lovekraft in his era
Call me Robert Bloch ver, zero
Yeah I'm mutherfuckin' versatile
My shit is harder than Souls series
Why the fuck are you so serious? Huh? Yeah
Relax, you ain't fitting my criteria
My axe is not for my fans, period
I answer haters with my delivery
That is forbidden and prohibited
At minimum, I come with the significant
Strike to the evident delirium
That they're saying regrettably for them

We're kicking the shit out of mike as always
Expressing ourselves, fuck censorship
We opened up the Pandora's box
Found nothing in there and closed this bitch
We've figured out that to cook morons
We don't need a fucking recipe
That's not a bipolar disorder, that's an explicit poetry
We're kicking the shit out of mike as always
Expressing ourselves, fuck censorship
We opened up the Pandora's box
Found nothing in there and closed this bitch
We've figured out that to cook morons
We don't need a fucking recipe
That's not a bipolar disorder, that's an explicit poetry

I came from the underground not yet made it
Maybe I sound to confident, hate it
Every time I'm on a mike I send haters to basics
Bitches come and go, real homies stay close

I know what u think about, who the fuck are them
How they unite words? Boys are in a making
Impudent brake in the game. Who's in
Actually I spit it too slow, look what I saved, yo

Fuck you! I'm coming after you
With my semi-Levanmatic, gonna make u static
It may look romantic, when I pass through u as lightning
Stop it I sad! I bet you won't like, how mad I'm gonn' get

Killin' lyrically, mypresence's unpredictable
U won't find syllables to match my lethalness
Quit it, don't guess! Friends do call me Bes

Anyway listen carefully what I'm about to say
Hope that won't sound retarded and cray
So please behave, don't stand in my way

Too much autotune, you creep! Get the fuck outta here quick
Fast flow slow-mo, don't give a shit. I can murder while I spit
In case you too slow, dummy prick
No problem, bro, we will repeat
Too much autotune, you creep! Get the fuck outta here quick
Fast flow slow-mo, don't give a shit. I can murder while I spit

We're kicking the shit out of mike as always
Expressing ourselves, fuck censorship
We opened up the Pandora's box
Found nothing in there and closed this bitch
We've figured out that to cook morons
We don't need a fucking receipt
That's not a bipolar disorder, that's an explicit poetry
We're kicking the shit out of mike as always
Expressing ourselves, fuck censorship
We opened up the Pandora's box
Found nothing in there and closed this bitch
We've figured out that to cook morons
We don't need a fucking recipe
That's not a bipolar disorder, that's an explicit poetry



Credits
Writer(s): веров олег борисович, дмитрий русланович ильягуев, леван бениев александрович
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