(Verse 1)
I strike fear in the heart
I give a sense of DOOM
Rest In Peace a metal faced menace
Leaving room for other tenants in the game
Left a mark with his sentence
Served, deserved, and cramming down salmon filets
Sides of desserts
In that blissful little bar he raised, with the greats
Left with a fistful of love
Last course, and cleaned the plate
Missing a touch of villainy
Im electing me
Big dog up in Arkham, mastiff
Larger than life, call me Galactus
Bleeding out the competition
Fucking chores
God Slayer, butcher
Watch in bloody horror
Call me Gorr, Loki, Thor
A sign of my time is all the violence
Pillaging your royal highness
Bloody mess
Macbeth on the loose in the booth
Leaving you amused
Rhyming genius with a heaping side of evil call me Dr. Seuss
Redskin but no burnt kin
Little melanin
Punch a hole through on that local spittin, and break no fucking skin again
Leave em out cold with a blood load
Put they bitch to sleep, hemorrhaging some melatonin
Hard on the innards
Scared winner
Outer exoskeleton
Built with lasers, hero slayers
Strength to One Punch Man you back to the Darksied of Motorola Razors
(Verse 2)
I take a piece with our contact bitch
No peace when I feast up with my feets up
Gluttonous one, a third ring
Tell Dante Im up for a ring
Or shoot a text
I’m getting my metal like Brady, FTX
Flying through like a Paemon play thing
Riches included, knowledge and wisdom paired with the prudence
Make me a foe, I’m matching your pace
That shit is slow
Say my goddamn name bitch!
It’s Wiidaaseh, all 9 letters
Perfectly balanced, tell Anubis hold the feather
I’m in and out avidly, 007, kill rapidly
In with the summer heat out with the Autumn Leaves
Mercy, Mercy, Mercy, I wish I could, I’m no Adderely
And Nothing’s sicker
Raise em up, lay em out like a fucking Clicker
(Verse 3)
And Black Death
Theft of the breath
Pain in the chest
Cold air
Chapping the lips
Voice in the head
Empty the clip
Venom in spit
Staph in the blood
Infection hit
Bamboo spears in the bottom of the pit
Blood in throat, coughing, sick
Look at them go!
Look at my kids!
Look at the mids!
Look at ‘em hooked, addicts
Made for the junkies like a Narcan Kit
Now look at my lows
Few in the bunch
Keep myself in a highest realm like I’m lowkey Kratos
Wolfman on the haunt
Watch your bloody moons
Watch your fucking waters
Creature in the Black Lagoon
Watch your fucking sleep
Burnt face freak
And Vorhees jumping canoe seats
Spitting feats viciously
Working hard religiously
Real athlete with fleets of competition face meat in between the cleats
That’s what I fucking eat
That’s what I fucking teach
Monkman with a mic and a speech
Wendigo with a touch of vampiric leech
I’m a Banshee screech
Sirens hypnotic reach
Kraken in the seas
A chupacabra, hide the fucking sheep
Jeykll and Hyde? Please
I’m the Victor Vaughn when Doom take off the fucking chrome piec
I strike fear in the heart
I give a sense of DOOM
Rest In Peace a metal faced menace
Leaving room for other tenants in the game
Left a mark with his sentence
Served, deserved, and cramming down salmon filets
Sides of desserts
In that blissful little bar he raised, with the greats
Left with a fistful of love
Last course, and cleaned the plate
Missing a touch of villainy
Im electing me
Big dog up in Arkham, mastiff
Larger than life, call me Galactus
Bleeding out the competition
Fucking chores
God Slayer, butcher
Watch in bloody horror
Call me Gorr, Loki, Thor
A sign of my time is all the violence
Pillaging your royal highness
Bloody mess
Macbeth on the loose in the booth
Leaving you amused
Rhyming genius with a heaping side of evil call me Dr. Seuss
Redskin but no burnt kin
Little melanin
Punch a hole through on that local spittin, and break no fucking skin again
Leave em out cold with a blood load
Put they bitch to sleep, hemorrhaging some melatonin
Hard on the innards
Scared winner
Outer exoskeleton
Built with lasers, hero slayers
Strength to One Punch Man you back to the Darksied of Motorola Razors
(Verse 2)
I take a piece with our contact bitch
No peace when I feast up with my feets up
Gluttonous one, a third ring
Tell Dante Im up for a ring
Or shoot a text
I’m getting my metal like Brady, FTX
Flying through like a Paemon play thing
Riches included, knowledge and wisdom paired with the prudence
Make me a foe, I’m matching your pace
That shit is slow
Say my goddamn name bitch!
It’s Wiidaaseh, all 9 letters
Perfectly balanced, tell Anubis hold the feather
I’m in and out avidly, 007, kill rapidly
In with the summer heat out with the Autumn Leaves
Mercy, Mercy, Mercy, I wish I could, I’m no Adderely
And Nothing’s sicker
Raise em up, lay em out like a fucking Clicker
(Verse 3)
And Black Death
Theft of the breath
Pain in the chest
Cold air
Chapping the lips
Voice in the head
Empty the clip
Venom in spit
Staph in the blood
Infection hit
Bamboo spears in the bottom of the pit
Blood in throat, coughing, sick
Look at them go!
Look at my kids!
Look at the mids!
Look at ‘em hooked, addicts
Made for the junkies like a Narcan Kit
Now look at my lows
Few in the bunch
Keep myself in a highest realm like I’m lowkey Kratos
Wolfman on the haunt
Watch your bloody moons
Watch your fucking waters
Creature in the Black Lagoon
Watch your fucking sleep
Burnt face freak
And Vorhees jumping canoe seats
Spitting feats viciously
Working hard religiously
Real athlete with fleets of competition face meat in between the cleats
That’s what I fucking eat
That’s what I fucking teach
Monkman with a mic and a speech
Wendigo with a touch of vampiric leech
I’m a Banshee screech
Sirens hypnotic reach
Kraken in the seas
A chupacabra, hide the fucking sheep
Jeykll and Hyde? Please
I’m the Victor Vaughn when Doom take off the fucking chrome piec
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