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Weirdo

from Improbabilities by amuck

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With a heart so black, I’ll never feel remorse again
Like a shark attack, all you see is my dorselphin
You just a morsel in my ecosystem, so when I step up in the place
Better not speak just listen, a brief intermission
For y’all to sip some flask, and play my disc from the first bong rip to ash
It’s about the blood, sweat and tears, but an emphasis on the blood
Cuz Enigma wear a crimson mask, whip your ass go get a casket
Astronomical flows, leaving gashed abdominals in you ho’s that can’t rap shit
Who wanna run they mouth now, while I’m huffin’ and puffin’ about to
Blow your house down

Chorus

I went from catechism to cataclysm to having visions
To spatter victims and leave em so they head is missin’
I speak loudly, carry a big stick
And if your peeps doubt me, tell em’ to eat dick

You not a rapper you just a rambling bitch-ass
Burn you on the stake as if you was practicing witch-craft
We some riff-raff, bringin’ the noise right here
Martin had a dream, but you bout to have a nightmare
Cuz my words are tentacles with suction-cups
Your testicles get shrunken up, I might go mental and just plain fuck you up
And drag you to the ocean floor, I’m sinkin’ haters
You can bag me at the grocery store, call me incubator cuz I’m hatchin’ shit
Unlike your blasphemous clique, this is passion bitch
Get a whoop-assin’ with it
Me and you can face-off, take a glance at apocalypse
Feel your face-off, like some Anthony Hopkins shit

(Chorus)

I’m too damn ill to diss, rappers actin’ like dummies
Than I ain’t beefin’ I’m smackin’ they ventriloquist
I ain’t lyin’ I’m makin’ splinters out of your cherry trees
I ain’t dyin’ so why does Pittsburgh still want to bury me?
Dig myself out of my grave with my scalpel
To rearrange this rap game with my mouthfuls
You a little tiny rapper, Enigma the real deal
Run up on O’Reilly Factor, pull trigger to kill Bill
I’m like the sun, you keep starin’ and you’ll get blistered eyes
Got my rap music blarin’ about to kiss the sky
This is synthesized mayhem I’ma twist your thighs up
Like a pretzel and leave you inside a ditch to die

(Chorus)

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from Improbabilities, released May 28, 2010

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amuck Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Amuck: Alarmingly outside-the-box hip-hop from Pittsburgh, PA. After hitting the music scene in 2010 and collaborating with the likes of Sims of Doomtree, Onry Ozzborn of Grayskul, and Pearl Dragon of Champagne Champagne, Amuck's cult fanbase has spread faster than an explosive case of flesh eating bacteria in a freshwater pond.

For a full-length bio, visit www.facebook.com/amuck412.
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