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Massacre

This song was created for Game of Bands round 105 : "Epic Rap Battles"

Lyrics:



(Let me)
Tell you this ain’t a war, it’s a massacre
No fucking chance you can win when against us
The only thing that’s epic ‘bout this battle’s gonna be (that)
You tried when you knew you would lose to me,
That you fly even though you can clearly see
I’m gonna shoot you down, you can never be

Free of my rhymes, put you down, they’re gonna
Shove you to the ground, you wanna,
Feel all safe and sound you gotta
Turn the volume down.

When I rap, there’s no gap, I can mix with the riff raff,
Gaffe, it’s a trap, if you follow that treasure
Map, on the wire, I’m tough under fire,
I’m too good for you, but you’ll call me a liar.
Kid can’t you see? You’re nothing to me,
I’m gonna leave you in the dust let you wallow in your

Greed, but my rhymes, put you down, they’re gonna
Shove you underground, you wanna
Feel all safe and sound, you gotta
Turn that volume down.

Roses blazing red,
Violets glowing blue
I don’t have the time to waste on your
Fucking lame-ass crew

Music just as dead as your musician,
Slow, fast, doesn’t matter, looks like you’re determined,
To lose your face, the race, to a maze, in a craze
Spend the rest of your days in a hasty daze,
I just wanna be and let be, livin’ life free,
But you come along, I count to one two

Three, and my rhymes, put you down, they’re gonna
Shove until you’re round, you wanna
Feel all safe and sound, you better
Turn that volume down

Shahbaz, 420, does that mean you’re crazy,
Wannabe, crime routine, or maybe you’re just lazy,
Let it be, eyes on fleek, running in a daydream,
Bro you’re meek, just a freak, thinking you’re Slim Shady
(Bro you’re meek, just a freak, thinking you’re Slim Shady)
(Bro you’re meek, just a freak, thinking you’re Slim Shady)

You’re not, and my rhymes, show you how, they’re gonna
Shove until you’re bound, you wanna get
Lost and never be found? I know you
Turned that volume down

Roses blazing red,
Violets glowing blue
I don’t have the time to waste on your
Fucking lame-ass crew
Let me set you free,
I tell you there’s no need.
You’ll never make me serious,
So you can turn around and leave

Alien, comes up and says he knows hip hop.
Ripped off, shown off, was sure he's gonna flip flop
Are you there? Are you gone? Do you dare to prove me wrong?
Or will you join the fuckers who've Been beaten to their death by
Song? Never mind, don't have time, you're not worth the
Rhyme, just the slime, cause my words are so sub-

Lime, that my rhymes, push you down, then put your
Corpse up on a mound, you wanna,
Feel all safe and sound, I tell ya,
Way too fucking late now

I don't need your history, to me it ain't a mystery
You're never catching up with me, never touching on my mastery
So wallow in your misery, in the company, of the cold hard street
As you wonder why you messed with me, a product of your own deceit.
Neverending stream, on the fast lane, bring you to your
Knees, don’t agree that’s just lame, bringin’ up the

Heat, and my rhymes, burn you down, then let your
Ashes drift around, you could’ve
Been all safe and sound, if you’d just
Turned that volume down.

Roses blazing red,
Violets glowing blue
I don’t have the time to waste on your
Fucking lame-ass crew
Let me set you free,
I tell you there’s no need.
You’ll never make me serious,
So you can turn around and leave

[Exit]

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