Текст песни Burial Site - The Hearse

From marking my enemies in the fringes for finding
To taking the hearse to dig the ditches for hiding
For the last time as I look them in their eyes, it's
A nasty grin of me wickedly smiling

As I remember my past days killing with kindness
Getting choked up envisioning the Heimlich's
Getting them so scared that syphilis widens
I left so many souls there, you'd think I did it with isis

Long picking
You'd call that a Richard applause
Joint to the hip like John Wick and his dog
Nastiest than a mosh pit in the contingent fog
Modest but pretending all of it's
Dragging on. Jake Long.

Don't even mention Smaug
Hoping on a bop
Coughing up a blog
Not enough frosting on your cake
Stop walking and talking

All the respect that had for you, I Lost it
Chuck you to the southern borders just to Die in Austin
I function at a Different rate
With these Diagnostics
I know to Stipulate
Not to Die agnostic
Know not to Imitate
My Higher prophets
But It's in my nature
Like I'm Muhammad

Mein Kampf
To my off-setters
And offenders
High profit sold
With no vendors
Or centers
Withhold to let them in
So venomous
Flow settles in
Cold in every limb
Bones appendages will
Go weathering
Recollective will go
So reckless and
No one will know who to go to messaging.

In vain like an injection
Insane like it's embedded
Into the brain like flames, it's
Been spreading, the pain has
Been dreaded. The pen's ready to send a letter to jail, the main sentence. So many Levels above that when I drizzle my glory, I rain blessings

I'm a Lethal Weapon Cole, Weasly
Cock it back as if I am just loading a dezi
Hold it steady while I flow so sweet so openly ready
Drive you crazy while you ride me like I just drove in a Chevy
Oooooh!

If rapping wack is your fear then
You shouldn't be attacking the spearman
With actual gear then
You love getting drilled in fact, get your peers to lend
You a hat, a beer, a pen,
And some scraps in your rear end.
Quit acting sincere, friend
In fact, I extract passion from fear in
Massively weird men
But if you want to get on my good side, quit scratching My gears then

We're gonna need them for the road trip, So buckle up
I'm honing the double pump
I'm Rambo, you're the jungle bunch
So you better damn know what is up

Let's eat at a Taco Bell
Give you a massage after, especially your back so well
We'll leave the car there and I'll carry you back to the
Hotel
Once you start to act so swell
I'll leave a note on your corpse for the room service to Send you back to hell
That was a little harsh. How about this: instead, let's go
To an IHOP
Since I don't like you, we'll order callow greens
You'll get to learn a thing or two about me. How about Psychology?
We'll site Socrates
And on the bright side, you'll get some Insight into all of Me
And if you feel special for meeting me, Hell, you could Wail and hype all the team
But the moment you will I'll wash you up and send you to The shore just to Die on the Beach
What you should take away from all of this is I'll have a Bellhop hide all my problems for Me

You're given light jabs in time-lapse to your competitors
More juiced up than Bumstead
You're more irritating than an eyelash
Simultaneously with an eye rash

Gassed up when I rack
I'm playing chess with a pigeon when I rap
You're more searched for than a thigh gap
But more ear rapy than a thigh slap
But me on the other hand: I see organs and write scabs
I keep corks in the tight cracks
You seem pleased with a slight scratch
I keep picking, I'm Minecraft

When I'm hustling
You're guzzling
When you're bustling
I'm muzzling
You...
Know you're going to stem to your roots so what's the Point of rolling it up for later and Waiting for it to blow up And leave it out

I'm composing the movements, I'm open
Fortitude is noticed
I got more to prove:
When you see me later, say Hi (High) to the king: heroin
Do I need to spell it out: Marshall case closing
Hard to take notice
So don't start to make potions
For art and fame: I'm Boseman

I'd rather look up to Him. Not you
Will be on the same level in Timbuktu
With Kim Jung Un
Wearing Reebok shoes
Watching basketball, then I'll Rebound you
Even then I still won't

Knowing
You can hit em
In the booth with rhythm
With rude precision
And true volitions
In new prescriptions
Of a Brute's depiction
Of Euphemism
So stone-cold, thinking Medusa did it
When I find out the youth will miss em
I'll leave em with a superstition
Thinking I'm a useless dentist
And have them waking up thinking a tooth is missing

I probably remind you of Eminem. But not if you're Noticing me by race
I was comparing it to the way I loathe in the heat dispose Of the beef flowing so Sweet By taste

I don't want a flock watching over me for that statement, Get ready to migrate
And feast your ears on one of my grades
To make your mind race
Quicker than light's pace

To achieve that I'll have to call upon Heaven's scriptures
To orchestrate a Weapon thinner
Than genetic scissors
To sever sinners
Striking out since the seventh inner
Since you like money, let me batter up and make a hit like "did you get the picture?"
I know I did
I'm a sweeterman, slight grin
Sweeter when I sing
Sweeter than icing
But more vicious than a Viking
If you think your rocky road and I'll be hiking Simultaneously biking
But since we're on the topic of bikes:

First of all, it's not a play doll
At least ask if you wanna ride at all
If I catch you giving headlights out
I'll trace out skin marks
For those skid marks
If you can't handle your kinks
Check this pedal file

Wait a minute
That could be said different

First of all, it's not a play, doll
At least ask if you wanna ride at all
If I catch you giving head, lights out
I'll trace your skid marks
For those skin marks
If you can't handle your kinks
Check this pedophile

Now it's getting a little touchy to conversate

You left her throbbing and strained
Dismembered and sobbing in pain
Well, we can't go back in time. I guess I gotta become a hitman. Let me log in your Name
The next time I see her shook, her reign
Will be nothing close to the trauma you'll pay
So in other words, do you want to be lent the Leonard or Robinson? wait...

Oh! Now I get what I'm saying
It's Superman no point in looking up you've already Missed the bird and plane
Do you feel that? It's the burdens, weighs
On you like I'm serving cake
You get a blue shell if you're first in place
Pissed on, it'll be worse than Drake's
If you don't believe me, let me serve my case

I'm a G basically
Creative
As teens stated
I'll be flaking
When my schemes plaguing
Your relay
From the creed engraved
In your Fein ways
You're weak basic
And need training
You seek hatred
Barely scraping
You will be baited
When you seem aching
From knee scraping
For mean ratings
You'll hear me blazing
My clean tapings
You're screen breaking
From beat raging
I steal bases
And feel amazing
In field plays
And regain it
When retracing
Your remaining
And remake it
For The Satan
To cremate it
And recreate it
And see me aiming
And your fleet fading

It will get worse when I send her too
You better obey her
Because if you don't say enough
You won't get Voltaren
For the coat hanger
In your rotator cuff.
As a last resort, I'll assemble my firing squad, have 'em All drawn on you, so I guess you Could say if she really Wants to watch it go down, I'll avenge her too

I'm an Omniscient
Operative
So viscous
God forbid
Flow spitting
Modest when
There is no sickness
On this kid
I grow riches
I'm Olive Pit
With no kitchen
Or a pot to piss in
So hidden
With all of it
I'm positioned
With all the kicks

I remember when you first met the Hearse
I began to grip the blade, like metalworks
I've done enough bullying for a day, but I felt a little gay, I'm your uncle's words
Slap you across the face with your mother's purse
Come up in your hood and cripple you and your brothers First
You better hope this is a dream because reality will Become relative to whoever settles First

Do you at least get THAT one?
Nevermind