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put that pen down - a Dark song, about weak producers and song writers, who churn out the same crap over and over!
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Lyrics
your a bak stabing bastard, faggot u dont match this
contact me u gett batterd till ya gums split!
run quik, gunna get ya arse kikd, il take ya breath away lik a hooker in a corsit
force it, choke ya til ya forfit, talking ya shit, coz im morbidly sik
like a runnaway loonitic moving swiftly, who rips kids lik myra hindly, i dont need match sticks
to burn little kiddyies, ya need to quit kinda quikly, before i hang you with the cord u record
ya poor floored metaphores that sound torn like a camden whore, i drop jaws of course, i was born with a set of horns
with metaphors, attched to voacl cords, that will slice right through urs,
get off off my balls,
ur wanna round of appluse
for claping jaws, people have heard u rap, they dont wanna hear anyw more ther bord
of course they wanna see ya body outlind in chalk on the floor
chrous
put that pen down down, now u must gooo gooo u got nothing! noooooooooo
Im heavy like a terrabite, slit veins crucify
brutalise minds,
im murken like a rooster fight
check out my darkside,
im eagle eyed, i vandalize flowing like a drain pipe,
i mutalize and terrarize
smoke you like a peace pipe, a speialize and modify to kick a prick to shit,
ripping out his bloody spine
im battling some unknown happy slap a rapper,
record it on a mobile phone slash him up and leave him all alone,
sik of hearn monotone drones in my headphones
listerning to propa hip hop on upon iphone
these days, weak mc's dont faze me,u fake fagazi rappers, thinking
ther mad crazy, but ther blantently, cliche, these days it amzazes me
but i bring it heavy like lift capacity, when ur battling me, ur lyrics are
a tragity, rapping on audacity, u got the ordacity.....
chorus
outro - singing style
contact me u gett batterd till ya gums split!
run quik, gunna get ya arse kikd, il take ya breath away lik a hooker in a corsit
force it, choke ya til ya forfit, talking ya shit, coz im morbidly sik
like a runnaway loonitic moving swiftly, who rips kids lik myra hindly, i dont need match sticks
to burn little kiddyies, ya need to quit kinda quikly, before i hang you with the cord u record
ya poor floored metaphores that sound torn like a camden whore, i drop jaws of course, i was born with a set of horns
with metaphors, attched to voacl cords, that will slice right through urs,
get off off my balls,
ur wanna round of appluse
for claping jaws, people have heard u rap, they dont wanna hear anyw more ther bord
of course they wanna see ya body outlind in chalk on the floor
chrous
put that pen down down, now u must gooo gooo u got nothing! noooooooooo
Im heavy like a terrabite, slit veins crucify
brutalise minds,
im murken like a rooster fight
check out my darkside,
im eagle eyed, i vandalize flowing like a drain pipe,
i mutalize and terrarize
smoke you like a peace pipe, a speialize and modify to kick a prick to shit,
ripping out his bloody spine
im battling some unknown happy slap a rapper,
record it on a mobile phone slash him up and leave him all alone,
sik of hearn monotone drones in my headphones
listerning to propa hip hop on upon iphone
these days, weak mc's dont faze me,u fake fagazi rappers, thinking
ther mad crazy, but ther blantently, cliche, these days it amzazes me
but i bring it heavy like lift capacity, when ur battling me, ur lyrics are
a tragity, rapping on audacity, u got the ordacity.....
chorus
outro - singing style
spitlogic
I like the flow. The rhyme scheme is pretty tight. Nice beat as well.