DZK - Torcher lyrics
rate meIt's futile for you to do battle with a mutant who chews gravel<br />
And spews jagged matter back at dudes asking to grapple<br />
I'm used to abusive battering, and by " used to abusive battering" <br />
I actually mean, my boot's used to moving through asses, when<br />
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You, bastards attempt to pen raps attackin a cat of my stature <br />
And it's sad to hafta blast a backpacker so bad that<br />
They hafta attach flaps of skin grafting and plastic limbs <br />
After our match, when I win, just to patch him back again<br />
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What matters is, I've mastered every path of my craft so accurate<br />
Every track I spit, rapidly adds to the status I have as " sick" <br />
Which would be the shit, except when I rap a verse, nervous kids<br />
Are grabbing a gas mask, and missing the first half of my shit<br />
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I flatten average men with a pad and pen, I'll fashion a diss<br />
So immaculate I hafta rap it with a cackle and grin <br />
I'm past the status of Devils Advocate, attracted to sin<br />
The baddest, you can't even begin imagine the madness within<br />
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This is your warning, I'm a force to be reckoned with<br />
My tongue's a torch that scorches when the record spins<br />
Fuck authority, I'd torture the prescedent<br />
It's surely evident I'm as morbid as war veterans<br />
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I spit that horror-core shit and deliver rhetoric, so sadistic<br />
Christians switch directions, when I'm headed in the direction <br />
They're headed in, and I'm better than any competitor, <br />
Ready to sever the head of a meddler, deadly as ever, the shit is inevitable <br />
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I sip liquor, get pissed, disfigure a chick's pretty face with <br />
A quick flip of my wrist, scraping razors hit, breakin the skin<br />
And then, I'm lickin the places I slit, to taste what I did<br />
I'm basically sayin, " mentally insane" is too tame for what I've been<br />
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Since the eighty's and I'm saying I'm WAY crazier since then<br />
I stay in a state of in-tense, meditative hate and stay bent<br />
From medication meant to replace sedation with concentration and<br />
Make you creative and unafraid to display it in the same sense<br />
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So I'm taping my prey's faces and takin em to a basement in<br />
A vacant wasteland to participate in strange operations<br />
Like making em trade veins with an AIDS patient and then I'm unchaining em<br />
And lettin em escape so I can chase em and video tape the mayhem<br />
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I'm playin with prayin victims laying naked, restricted with thick, <br />
Fitted restraints, I'm lifting, painfully bending tense ligament<br />
Tissue, which extends when I inch the six sensitive suspension <br />
Instruments in sixty demented and sequentially different increments<br />
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I'm disenchanted with music industry management so I'm plannin <br />
To ram a van fulla flammable cans through every damn window I can<br />
And park in the lobby of every labels office and demand coffee<br />
From every A& R, I cross, cuz that's what their fuckin job should be<br />
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And if they don't comply with it, I'm flippin my lit cigarette skyward <br />
And we can all fry in a pile, cuz I'm flying higher than Richard Pryor<br />
And I'm dying to see if your cheap attire can defy the heat from my lighter<br />
When I try to light a piece of it on fire, you ready die, sir? <br />
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Whoever's in charge of these super-stars, gets a boot to the dome<br />
For signing rhymers who couldn't find a useful line on the road<br />
It's time for new talent to rise and re-define how to flow<br />
And challenge those in power, so now it's time go for the throat<br />
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And then it's game over for the same jokers, in the range rovers<br />
Focus, your reigns over, dope chains is taken and broken, <br />
Ya bones poking, ya brains smokin, it's so hopeless, I'm waiting to open<br />
Your show, so I go can loco and spray ya clothes with a flame thrower
