COUNTDOWN

By INOSCOURGE

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I hit like a, bomb bomb bomb bomb bomb

Hit like a, bomb bomb bomb

Hit Lycan, the bomb go steady ticking, listen

Listen..

Listen..

FUCKING LISTEN

I'm Messing the best of linen, scattered and woven in past tradition, bastard knitting

Watch me glisten, stoned expedition, all it is after is repetition

I give opposing emcees restless leg syndrome when they sitting, ruin they system, condition

What's the difference, I'm different, non-illiterate, 'll be doing this from 61 to 65 like the confederate

My shit eloquate, well equipped, menacing, sick enough to force feed a grown elephant

An Old mans medicine, my death ember, but I'm cold like December, Jefferson

Bronchiectasis, lyrically a bronze exorcist, rip out your excess extra cist

'Show you this ain't your calling, dead receptionist

Instrumental terrorist, I don't allow an exodus

(JUST TRY TO EXIT THIS ALIVE

ALIIIIVEEEE

Hahaha)

"IT'S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN!"

"Tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb"