Fphaty Garcia - Your Demise

You carbon copy rappers flatter your peers and predecessors
But I'm unamused. Fuck them for hypin' you up with such conjecture
It's such a displeasure knowing that you exist
You're useless like a urinal cake. You ain't even worth a piss
You've sustained the pain of carpal tunnel...lockjaw
From foolin' with industry dick. That explains your incoherence in rap songs
Unintelligible garbage material's
Forbidden from my Blumehouse Dungeon where I get demonically spiritual
Your life's been fucked. Your junkie dad ran away like you was a drug raid
While your mom's like a public toilet, all about some random taint
And I'll partake and contribute to your self made misery
I'm a better male than you beta males. You got testosterone deficiency
You got illogical tendencies. When you speak you lose credibility
STOP USING BIG WORDS! MY BRAIN HURTS! It's basic English. Literally
I'll never dummy it down and compromise my craft
To appease a crowd who simply find my wit too hard to grasp

With my iron mic, you Andrew Golotas can't handle me
Treat your ears like Evander's. With these lyrical fangs, you're gonna be mad at me
I'll bask in your catastrophe
Will I slip? I think not. Your demise will be a disasterpiece
With my iron mic, you Andrew Golotas can't handle me
Treat your ears like Evander's. With these lyrical fangs, you're gonna be mad at me
I'll bask in your catastrophe
Will I slip? I think not. Your demise will be a disasterpiece

Back to my roots like I'm Max Cavalera
Causing a little death in exchange for some sugar from a sweet calavera
My sexual appetite will make her soul fly
After I send shit rappers to their sepulturas. Refuse/resist but I shall arise
Born to raise hell like Lemmy. I'm unfit for any mould
Call me the Bathory of hip-hop. I'm destined to be the g.o.a.t.
Coming with them deaf tones. I'll never change
My kill switch is engaged. You won't live to see the end of your heartache
You's a clown claiming to be King. But you ain't IT, though
When it comes to the truth you're afraid like the feds are to decentralized crypto
Booze, bacon, berettas, boobs & bangin' booty
Are killer B's aside from Wu-Tang that keep me moving
I carry on like a Wayward son. Ready & armed with them Winchesters
Leave you shook like how Lucifer left Rowena
My give a fucks capacitor is out of gigawatts
Punching holes in enemies chest. Wrist deep. I call it a G Shock

Written by:
Adrian Garcia

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