Slaughter

By Undead Slayer

Released on January 25, 2019

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[Intro]

Ha! This guy is a fucking bitch!

“It was a joke battle”

This dude is fucking with me


[Verse 1]

Gotta slaughter this guy again

He better pray, and say Amen

I run into idiots now and then

But this dude is on another level

You’re a bitch, not a rap devil

A dumbass, you’re fucking mental

If you think you can win this one

I won’t be nice, cause now I’m done

He shoulda took the chance and should have run

Just him now, he’s in front

No one likes him, it’s a fact

Now I’m comin’ in to attack

You’re so fake, it’s all an act

His rhymes are fake, call them abstract

It isn’t a battle, it’s faction vs faction

His flow is off, fucking with the fraction

The grip on that traction, it’s a distraction

Better call out for an extraction

You’re Eminem without the skill, subtraction

Now I’m taking action, loving the satisfaction

As he tries to “rap” just to get a reaction

You know I got the evidence, I got the photos

This is the wrong battle that you chose

You’re a fucking phony, you try to pose

Everybody knows I’m gonna bulldoze

He tries to act like a victim cause his girl never kissed him

And it brings him down, waiting for someone to assist him

They protect him but they don’t respect him

They got no respect, my rhymes ain’t perfect

But he continues to reject, he starts to neglect

He ain’t very direct, I start to detect

I start to suspect that he ain’t an intellect

You’re second class, about to become number two

You’re so scared to lose, but it’s all you fucking do

And tonight I’m not finishing the battle, bitch, I’m finishing you!

You’re always trying to talk some shit, I’m already doing just fine

I wouldn’t yell that you can’t spell if you’d do it right the first time

What would you do without our beef, what would happen?

You would go down, and I’d watch in my satisfaction

Now I’m outta my compassion, this ain’t your passion

At this point, you’d be better try out for fashion

But what I guess that I’m saying, man

Is I’m outta patience, man

I’m a patient man but sometimes ya gotta be patient, man

We’ve been fighting since the beginning

But that doesn’t mean you’re winning

My head is spinning, the final inning

Now just hold on a minute, move on and keep on living

Stop fucking clinging cause your grave is what I keep digging

You dedicated most of your album to me, you need the attention

But I won’t mention how the tension grows bigger, it’s an extension

You’re hanging by a rope, it’s a suspension

Hold that rope, keep clenching, you shoulda stopped, called it prevention

I got in this battle but received a bad apprehension

You can’t understand, comprehension

But during this session, someone’s gotta quit and when one

Does, you’ll still talk a lot of fucking shit, like, you’re a fuck up

But you won’t run up, you’re struck up, you’re stuck up

But you won’t suck up, enough, now I snuck up

He needs to stop droppin' names

He's just playin' my games as he goes up in flames

So why don't you stop trying to drop mine

Because I'll end your time, you're walking on a thin line

Call me spoiled cause I love my family?

Call me spoiled cause my family loves me?

We all know you ain't got what it takes

Your crew keeps riding your nuts, and they'll tell you how yo dick tastes

You're making this shit way to easy

I can see your feelin' queasy

So dude just please see

That you don't have nothing to show

You don't got skill, but you act like you don't know!

I'ma fuck yo ass up like a line of coke

You fucked up when you tried to provoke

I'm stompin' on you like a fat ass roach

You just lost, no, you just got smoked!

You tried to threaten me and report me for spam

Who's gonna win? I am

And I don't give a damn if I gotta silence this lamb

Run along bitch, go ahead and scram

Alright, so fuck the rhyming real quick. I got some real shit to say. Listen up fucking maggot, if I ever see you coming close to me, I will fucking beat you the fuck up like your dad beats the shit outta your mom. I will beat you, and stomp your face in till your head looks like a squashed fucking melon. And I will poke out your fucking eyes till your as blind as God is when he turned his back on you, knowing full well he cannot stop me from brutally massacring and slaughtering your whole fucking family. I hope you finished saying prayers for your career because I am ready to fucking destroy it and piss and shit on it, you huge, major, colossal, fucking faggot ass queer!