SC Static - Murder Rap lyrics

(Verse 1) Yo I'm a f**in' beast, a disgustin' freak rapin' nuns and priests Cause I've been violent since the day that I discovered peace Never nothin' sweat, I murder snares and leave the drums deceased My pen can rupture sheets, stab a song, and acupuncture beats You're more then desperate, I forced the weapon in your direction The forks embedded in your intestines your scorched and breathless Now you're stored and kept in my basement cellar that's corpse infested Born relentless experimentin' with different torture methods I was rhymin' and makin' features while you were chasin' divas I'm a rapper and great achiever, you can't relate to either A sacred preacher, I'll take a cleaver and slice your facial features Claimin' that you sick when you pussies couldn't even break a fever I don't give a f** about new cars and big chains You can go to hell with your smooth talk and b**h claims You should've known by now that my true bars inflict pain I bring terror to beats when I drool sparks and spit flames My words are wise, I rap hard, my flow is turnin' tides You'll burn alive I sip liquor and like my Bourbon dry I spit a verse of mine on the stage with the curtains wide So quit sayin' that you gon' murder guys, you wouldn't hurt a fly I keep the rhythm the way I k** it should be forbidden The demon's risen, I'm lawless and don't believe religion You'll be a victim when I stab creatin' deep incisions So get familiar with fish because you gon' be sleepin' with um (Chorus x 2) This is Hip Hop, fitted hats and baggy jeans This is hardcore, sippin' jack and pa**in' weed This is head nod music, where the purple at? f*ggots better put their purses back this is Murder Rap (Verse 2) I'm the main attraction, your brains are bashed in until it stains the napkin I'm bringin' what the game is lackin' this is dangerous rappin' Your shameless pa**ion's pathetic I can't refrain from laughin' If I hear a track I'm takin' action, I'm a trained a**a**in I'm in the booth with machetes, razors, and Tommy guns I only rap over heavy base and atomic drums A verse of mine could leave the optics in your sockets numb We're all born with original sin so why should I stop at one My lyrical ways causin' miserable fates My criminal traits intimidate political snakes So now I'm puffin' on the kush until my visuals fade And takin' rap to put it back in its original state I got a beat obsession which motivates me to write and seek progression I spit key conceptions to release you from your deep depression It's cause of rap that I don't need a weapon to release aggression I bleed in heaven, I box with God, and I dream inception I keep it comin' cause I know you fans in need of substance Your speakers bumpin' from my vocals and obscene production Bang the repercussions till you suffer from a beat concussion You know sleep f*ggot? Yeah well you about to meet his cousin (Chorus x 2) This is Hip Hop, fitted hats and baggy jeans This is hardcore, sippin' jack and pa**in' weed This is head nod music, where the purple at? f*ggots better put their purses back this is Murder Rap