Czarface

Czarface - Savagely Attack lyrics

rate me

I’m sickly, flow quarantined by the cdc

Heads nod, pressure on your neck like a ddt

Beat street remo, spittin on your name

Rhymes travel under ground like it’s written on a train

My position in the game top dog, rock hard

Fuck with everybody in your hood just not y’all

Basic, live broadcast from the er

We are talk of the town without the pr

Savagely attack this rap master craftsman

Pack em in twisted on the floor like a backspin

After him, y’all will have to deal with the son on deck

One of the best that hasn’t done it yet

Killer b, choppin up the track like a dealer be

Professor x couldn’t test my ability

I cave the motherfucking roof like heavy snow

Act like I told ya before, y’all already know

Savagely attack, savagely attack

Savagely attack, savagely attack

Es raps, I wrote this in a gs lex

To get that 90’s vibe

My melody, high and low fidelity darts

My whole team, 7 dirty like when jeopardy starts

I can’t call it unless we call my style diabolic

I’m a writeaholic, I drink ink till I vomit

I think I’m catatonic, in sync all these rappers wanted

I’m a czar of the czar bars, cut you like a schimitar

Wichita state, x men I’ll execute you,

You a dead man, god willing

I’m not villain getting top billing, with my squad chillin

Blood on the tracks like bob dylan, die like a mob killin

We already know the ropes

We be steppin over ropes

It’s andre the giant looking down at you local folks

Okie dokie, motorized vocals, yeah I practice

Raise on a tape the same color as galacturs

Look out, attack like a nigga on bath salts

Eat his face off, leave his body on ashpalt

Rampant, run throuh your town on attack mode

Savagely leave em broomsticked in the asshole

Cobra clutch, throw a mask on and go in, go in

I’m a terror, a new era

Walk around with 2 bats like I’m yougi bear

Rocking robes, it’s a trench

...will have you ducking under the bench

The stench of dead bodies, thoughts of the mutilation

Brign you closer to god in a tight situation

Or thrown in the back of the truck, a sanitation

I’m ruthless, my technique is chinese torture

No iv’s hanging out your veing to support you

Everybody’s talking about how the ghost caught you

Have a 5 year old kill your ass for a quarter.

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