Mat Lee - The Horror lyrics

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Mat Lee - The Horror lyrics

What time is it? Yo, Ev-G, what time is it? YO Start the clock countdown the seconds Calm yourselves then pa** out the rations Farm or not we remain here planted In caskets make it all stop because we've had it I think of the horror seething seasoned in greed Another weeping willow left bleeding in the breeze Like a shiver, the cold breath of winter Running down your neck like the sweat from a sprinter I eat rhymes for dinner, philosophy for dessert Mind delivers the images till l trip and hit the dirt I miss the hurt, i miss the pain of loving Shoving to the front just to let em know I'm coming I'm running and jumping ducking and diving Arriving at the show down nine lives and still smiling Grab a hold and blow until the flame goes out and Put a torch to every single thing I ever wrote down I gotta stay on top of this apocalypse to stop a fist And drop the hits on modern kids who bother with this columnist I try to dissect matter to shatter the chatter and batter rappers That get full off my pen and ink platters I think it matters to me that I speak to splatter the weak And i lift my stamina's peak rapping over sick beats From the second she sent me the message to let me know She left me alone i let it be known I'm sending a clone Start the clock countdown the seconds Arm yourselves then hand out the weapons Calm or not we're no longer pa**ive In caskets make it all stop before we blast sh** I send her a letter littered with letters that better Let her know I'm veteran to these sensitive poems Plotting overthrow in the comfort of my own home Plan focused on the senators home throne I'm in it to win it second to minute to minute Slip up and your finished pwnd at your own game of cribbage Sinning is winning ahead in the seventh inning It's pin heads pretty pin ups steadily levitating Making millions of little tiny skin cuts Piss drunk playing in the rain with your lips shut Four stroke shock paddles get you going quick Annoyed at how your peers treat you now they know your going limp When your lips are loose you get to pick and choose Whether you win or lose make sure you get the goose And grin and bare it tiger blood winning champion Spinning madly waxing moon fishing crappy Backwards in my chair pissing tragedy On everyone who cares all of the sudden we feel bad to leave? The damage to our planet we've caused is sheer madness We eat sh** f** like a bunch of rabid rabbits Sit down and think about it for a minute Is this what you gotta do in order to win it? Belligerent bricks bashing bra** bullet babies Desperately craving depraved tactical cravings Setup late in the situation room This vacation doomed economic inflation too soon And then it pops! Kaboom! No one left to swoon Or watch the clock counts down our doom Start the clock countdown the seconds Calm yourselves then pa** out the rations Start the clock countdown the seconds Arm yourselves then hand out the weapons Start the clock countdown the seconds Arm yourselves then hand out the weapons Calm or not we're no longer pa**ive In caskets make it all stop before we blast sh** I compose these grammatical flows To batter my foes and shatter my woes With sporadical prose we scatter the bones Then smoke hysterical bowls of cannabis oils And other exotic chaotic mind antibiotics Our own people they try to slow us Play chance like we're dice and they roll us Throw us to the dogs like a little bit of table scrap And they gonna keep on doing it till we take this cradle back Start the clock countdown the seconds Arm yourselves then hand out the weapons Calm or not we're no longer pa**ive In caskets make it all stop before we blast sh**