Killing The Competition! Horrorcore Rap Song By Adam Stark

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Beat made with FL Studio Mobile

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Lyrics are on my channel originally from 2012

Lyrics:
just started my rap career & someone tried to shut it down it felt like it was time-stoppin for me to be making a wide-profit,
went to his own house party & the guy-stopped-quick,
found the shit talker & hurdled a 9 inch knife in his eye-socket,
then plucked it out & made his eyes-rotten,
the dude was so wack im surprised i could even make a dope rhyme off-it!
found another rapper talkin shit then i hide-in-his-house,
jump out from behind the fine-denim-couch & hear him crying-out-loud,
grabbed the stapler of his desk & started putting staples in his chest,
no idea how pissed off ive become-right-now,
through his unconscious body over the front-gates & gave his clothes mud-stains before i hung him up-side-down,
hit the accelerator on my car until i felt his head-crushing-through-it
with some red-musty-fluid
of another dead-fucking-human!
the second i get a little fame someone starts spreadin'-lies,
some on the internet & some televised,
i hate rappers who make up lies & dont keep-it-truthful,
so despite the competition we cant-keep-it-mutual so i have-to-see-his-funeral,
so i made an incision with precision thrusting my phillips-screwdriver
to kill-this-rude-liar
who was spilling-news-prior to that day, talking shit bout my raps in his wack tracks that lacks class & his rhymes stunk but it didnt stop me from putting a fast gash in his gas mask for that trash!
later a jealous rapper came up to me & first words-were-exchanged,
& then my nerves-were-enraged,
so a roundhouse kick to the temple put him on the curb-for-his-ways,
although i didnt get the job done he was hospitalized takin'-through-municipal
while my crimes were being investigated-by-Interpol,
stole the doctors badge & clothes to go undercover in the patient's room,
to await-his doom,
he only needed a portion of the Succinylcholine
but i thrived to shove-in-the-whole-thing,
he knew it was me & tried to push the security button but it was off cuz i cut-the-cord so that they couldnt come-in-&-support,
his nerves started failing but i wanted to give him pain-in-full,
thats how i wanted his last day-to-go,
i replaced his healthy I.V. with an open-straw of Propofol,
he threw up & it soaked-the-wall,
had a stroke-&-all i had to do-with-this-one is escape through the sewer-system,
you wish this shit was a dream but it isnt-fake,
when it comes to rap careers I've ended I'm doing numbers like the city-bank,
it aint a one man funeral its more like a city-wake!
rappers cant make friends its like our co-workers treat us like goat-herders,
my helpful tips to hateful/ungrateful rappers is to just refrain from talking trash bout me or you know the consequences cuz the raps-i-say-we-know,
contribute to the fact that my rhymes are an entity of my active-raging-evil
that will kill the last-remaining-people
cuz of my aggravating-ego!