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WORLD AUTHORS lyrics : "Silverbacks (BFM & Egotistik)"

EGO: My closets crossed with lots of sick & vomit
I gotta twisted honour to hit misfits on a mission
'till this dip %#@!'s conquered

$#&@ ya family grave, I'm pissin' on it, frickin' listen
Or get a fist pistol whipin ya christian sonnet
Monsterous beast, my feet stomp on the streets

I can't $#&@in help it yo, I belong to the beats
I'm not a sober dude, drinking is over due
Smokin' doobs, and when I'm finished the roach I used

I put it out on my tongue, tar gouged from my lungs
Heart so cold it dont heat as I lounge on the sun
You couldn't kill me with thousands of guns, son

Lyrics dirty like nuns bum, & loud like when I $#&@ one
Rap is my blood, disrespect leaves a man in the mud
You say you know me, you'll be damaged & hung

Because I'm savage & young, I got a way with words
Like I barely escaped a cage with pages burnt


BFM: I say rapper because you're short on vocabulary
I'm kind of scary, never sparing with incendiaries
I'm playing pin the fairy, exposing logic to theists

Unaware my souls not guided by spirits
Decided, myself despising your lyrics
I'm in the skies, composing unmeasured destruction

With clever $$#umptions spawn seven volcanic eruptions
The titanic is nothing, I'm sinking a fleet
My spines slanted, while you're just drinking my skeet

I sit in a cell in the fetal position
Receiving dialogues from hell, drying bleeding incisions
My discography has a lethal description

Instructing chorography of evil decisions
Egotistik spit seismic, we forcing gravity
Thinking so deep I'm splitting time and reality

I'm beyond your morality, executing gallant fatalities
Balancing society, my talents malice and fry a free

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