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[Hook]
Skin green, hoodie red, eyes are large and white
Type to cut my competition down to size with carving knives
And if words are weapons I've earned my stars and stripes
You should pick up farming life, in rap you get marginalized

Haunted by karmic strife, yes I rhyme gory
Mask faced black caped villain of your life story
And every night, I wake up to a scary voice
Telling me I'm paranoid, ordinary boy

[Verse 1]
Wait a minute, care to give me a ride?
I'm hitchhiking and I would like to have that seat by your side
Or do you not let dead people inside?
What's the matter, I won't bite or try to eat you alive, believe me it's fine

Post apocalyptic, roam the rocky districts
Roads and blocky bricks it's broken rotting sick shit
A fucking misfit, shoulders got 'em big chips
Sin for Necropolis mayor, say your prayers

Broken bottles layer the ground we walk on
The unliving stomp rhythm and sound the car alarms
Be dark or dawn, it's dangerous outside
Inside, I spit in the wind of change and drown mics

Walls have ears, so I hope they listen to my music
And use it to raise the roof, it's not made for you
Waving a bladed tool to get into your head
Fuck a metaphor for sharp tongue, I'll use a spoon instead

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Little candle fire, flicker in an abandoned isle
Waves wipe the shore, building castles in the sands of time
The universe is my playground as well as grave mound
And I don't plan on leaving soon - but, do I get a say now?

No, cannibal ghost soul searching at a graveyard
Imagery vivid and alien, word to H.R
Giger, Deadman the rhymer, writer producer
I'll show you your worst nightmare with tie ins and bloopers

So to battle cats thinking that they flow dirty
Stepping to Mr. Seven you getting no mercy
Don't bother writing, your suicide ain't noteworthy
When taking life by the throat I'm known to choke firmly

Like an inefficient vampire
I suck at sucking and tales of battles I been in get told at campfires
Trying to listen to my heart without a snare drum
Is getting boring, like, damn, you bet I'm snoring, and I'm done

[Hook]

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