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Deadtime

by Rising Son

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Fuck all of these little idiots acting nigga-ish Barely hard as a lyricist mostly just talking gibberish About a life that they wish they lived the difference is You'll diss me on a track and i'll deliver this blade right where your liver live Six weeks missing they'll find your body down where the river is Plus i know where your sister live that little bitch could get pistol whipped Say what i mean and i mean what i say I'll start it and finish it For all the artists i fathered who acted like they had bigger fish Not one of them got a pan big enough to fry me Cos they find me terrifying too shook to dare ever try me I could call all of their names out and dare them to some and find me I'll ping you my home address but expect a death that's untimely They'll call your mother to inform her her son has been ethered And she needs to identify your body and when she see's you She'll scream to high heaven faint and have three seizures And she don't believe jesus love her no more me either What you're witnessing right now is death manifested in flesh From the depths of purgatory hell i am seth When you feel my icy cold hand enter your chest cavity Breath savagely snatched simply just cos i'm not impressed nigga I am the pinnacle meaning i am the best Disagree silently I don't do too good with the disrespect And all is not fair in battle there's things that i won't accept Like mention my lost one's and bet i'll put a hole in your neck I don't like conversation unless it's about cutting a cheque Or it's a groupie on flex talking about fucking and sex There's nobody capable of stopping me rushing the set And it's kicking off if i don't get priority next rush me Talking over tough sure enough man's rolling up Hold him up blah fold him up make him sober up Call your bro them up oh it's fucked now we loading up Showing out cos you showing off nigga show your guts I'm shelly the shelliest sheller ever That's why man them call me shellers you'll never be better ever Bite the bait and your head'll get severed bredda whatever Either we getting this cheddar or i'm unleashing the terror nigga It's deadtime

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