(Intro)
Yeah
Rukus once again
Still lookin' at those blood stains
All over the wall
From those rap motherf**ers
(Verse 1)
Blood still on the wall, I watch as bodies fall
Dump their guts in the dumpster, brains get flushed in the stall
Stick the tazor in the c*nt get burned like a blunt
There's no time to lose, I switch the face like Ethan Hunt
Though I can't stop runnin', left a trail of decomposed foes
f**in' muts gettin' stomped like panty-less hoes
My anger grows, you got punks on your payroll
Murder scenes, not psychotic, it's population control
'Cause I can see the future, for your sins, we'll shoot ya
Ya safe for now as your wounds get sutured
'Cause i'm plottin' a storm, I ain't readin' ya palm
The games childish like Horrorcore.com
I dropped the bomb on this track, ya hangin' like a coat rack
Say good bye, Rukus sealed your demise, flies
The Anthrax powder in lungs, then your heart stops
Pulse stops, eyes dialate, then your body drops
(Verse 2)
Dead bodies in the trunk of the whip
Black trucks surround the crib
The final standoff b**h, yo this is it
Black suits, shades and earpieces
They're comin' to get me so population increases
'Cause Long Island diseases can drive you to seizures
You ain't seen the face but you still, some believe this
You must believe your d**h, there's no escapin' it
'Cause if your life's in my path, I bet i'm takin' it
I'm hot stakin' it, laws i'm breakin' it
You playin' possum? 'Cause it seems like you're fakin' it
So i'll just k** you again, oh look time for my pens
Scribble a sin, 'cause that's the function
Grim, dark and dreary, candlelight nearly
Shinin' through eerie soundscapes so fear me
You still don't hear me? Yo i'm straight up confessin'
You mortals are clueless and i'll keep you guessin'
(Interlude)
We're here today
To mourn the life
Of rap
Mainstream
Rap is f**ing dead, rap is dead
The underground's taking over b**h
Taking over this sh**
Rap is dead
Rap is dead
Rap is dead
No more rap music
Mainstream rap is dead, it's f**ing dead
No more...
(Verse 3)
Bling bling, just let me sing, let's see I got about 80 cars
On my 21st birthday I shut down all the bars
See this tattoo kid? Just part of all your scars
I'd love mainstream rap music would die from sars
'Cause no one cares how much cash you got
Reppin' hoes and ice in my spot, you're quick to get shot
Or hacked up, underground got the backup
Stompped until your head caves in and I won't let up
b**h, i'm fed up, you're dominatin' the airwaves
You're diggin' Escalades 'cause your seats, i'm diggin' graves
G-o-v do experiments on clones, we need more microphones
I'ma crush the mainstream empire to dust and bones
Kids are blowin' up, rap's got me throwin' up
Ya even got presidential candidates sayin' "What's up?"
This world's stuck on rap like Rukus is stuck on tree sack
Hiphop and Horror gonna put Kryptik on the map