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Macdaddy Verse.mp3 - 1.52MB
This was a verse that I made for a song with Chet Starr but that fruitcake never finished his verse, he picked the beat and I delivered the vocals but still waiting on his shit verse.
verse:
Im in the trench, the stench of a sickened addiction/ Sittin wit a wrench examining organs wit interests/ Rippin the liver out livers outliving they minutes/ The chemists wishin his concoctions could be drop in ya dinner/
Similar to a zombie mutation, accidents happen/ when extractin a fragment of a fluid from nuclear havoc/ Spewin an acid too apocalyptic for graphic/ Interfaces to integrate within cinematic fashion/
The balance of excretions deemed as diligent irritants/ Invented these walkin dead villainous militants/ spillin the most primitive primordial liquids in/chalices for a scientist filled wit malicious attentiveness/
A mentally unstable hydrogen based brain/ Is physically incapable of restraining suppressed rage/ The mania is focused and prepared to reset aim/ At any that underestimate lyrical wreck range/