Chorus:

Slaughtered!

Cant hide from death knockin
killin all these rappers with a beat thats rockin
Slaughtered!

Run (*##$ run fast!
Whats a pair a legs against a full tank of gas?
Slaughtered!

Im everywhere, i know where you sleep.
Dont go to bed, cause i find ya in your dreams.
Slaughtered!

Dont even try to push or fight
dont leave your house tonight, you might end up...
Slaughtered! (* = Chorus)






Verse 1
Im bout to slaughter every whack (*##$ through.

MG42? MG who?; A facebook like prostitute,
Real !@$)got too, swallows### like he did glue.
Ill record me beatin your $$#, you can like and share it too.

You can smoke whatever, from afghanny kush to resin.
clinical depression.
Hope ya clicked, "LIKE 4 JESUS", you bout to see heaven.

How does MG42 react when attacked with AK47.
Try to diss me, dedicate a whole song? Pathedic.
You dont write your own raps, so why you take the credit?

You gone need more than just that knife when I come around
Bring an army, guns, a preist, and 5 million rounds..
Sayin he could kick my $$#, wait til I see um

With his whack $$# raps, smack, punched out and knee'd him
Kill his $$# Look on his face you shoulda seen him.
Left this !@$)gots dome open like a roman coliseum.



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Verse 2
Why do all these (*##$es think they come close to my level.

Find ya on a bike trail, lets see how fast you pedal.
Swingin a heavy machete like I was a Syrian rebel.
Ya lil Tasmanian punks, you $#&@in with the devil.

Im the tall tale super hero, mr incredible.
Smoking myself to sleep, and eat a couple editables.
Im a maniac intrapped within the treble, smashin E-rock to pebbles.

make delbert the rebel, a vegetable
Flip %#@! on parker smith, cause he pestible
Yeah you might be the rock E, but I go straight Dwayne.

Johnson, Cedar Tucky Mobbin, corn stalk for canes.
I don't want the fortune and the fame, less I can prove my name.
And put these $#&@ing !@$)gots in they place, in the case of latent shame.

I bet right now your stressin, frettin, goin straight insane.
"G-Macs better than me?"
Last thoughts, for I put this bullet through your brain.





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Verse 3

Im calling you out, better believe im not bluffin.
Diss me for my race? You know Im not even $#&@ing Russian
You irish prick, you have never accomplished to nothing

But accomplice a dick in the mouth for fresh kicks.
Your to much to fix, to dumb to get a grip.
Put down the Bushlight, put down the can of dip.

Pick up a $#&@in book, and a damn bag of chips.
Im a bomb waitin, you went ahead and lighted the wick.
you just got destroyed, I bet youll call me let it rang.
Just remember you and me are no where close to same.
I have nothing left to lose, and everything to gain.

You nothing but a side kick, tryin to be main.
Im the weather man, you know I make it rain.
Im sorry it had to end this way, hey at least you came.
next time you startin %#@!, whatever it is you claim.
Make sure you can actually take the person you put in your aim