MIRDER TRAPS lordz lord zero copyright ©️ 2024 I HEARD YOU GOT ME UNDER WRAPS WELL NIGGA I SUGGEST YOU RESET YOUR TRAPS  MY BACKS AGAINST A RAZORBLADE WALL AND IM SPITTING MURDER RAPS FUCK YOUR STUPID EGOTISTICAL HEAD GAMES YOU CANT BE REAL WITHOUT THE WHOLE PACK OHH YEAH WHATS THAT YOU SAYING WERE ALL THE SAME YEAH BUT IM SOLO PORTAL DIVING METH LOOKING THROUGH HOLES IN THE CRACKS INSANE I SAY  IM  A ZODIAC MASK BRANDASHING A BATTLE AXE  MY LYRICAL CONTEXT SHOULD BE ANALYZED CAUSE IT PAINTS PICTURES OF MY MOVES AND ATTACKS  ALONG TIME AGO I WAS ABDUCTED IN A SAUCER FLYING SPINNING DISC BEFORE THAT I WAS LIVING IN A SHACK THE ONLY THING I REMEMBER FROM CRAWLING OUT OF THE GARBAGE I WAS THROWN IN WAS THE FOG AND MIST THE PAINTING OF THE FIRST ACT  SINCE I WAS STOLEN FROM THE WEELIE BIN  THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TRACKS MY MIND HAS BECOME SLIGHTLY OFF CENTER BUT FINE IF FINES THE MIND OF A MANIAC ALL I CAN SEE WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES IS VISIONS OF WEAK HEMOPHILIACS  LEAKING BODILY CRIMSON RIVERS BUT MAYBE THERE ACID FLASHBACKS OF MY LIFE OF DISTURBING LIVING VIOLENT ASSAULTS AND CARJACKS  MY FAVIROUTE SONG IS LAST MOTHER FUCKER BREATHING BY 2PAC  WHEN I WAS YOUNGER I WENT TO PRISON FOR TIEING BRICKS OF ROCK  IN TO HESIAN SACKS NOW IM OLDER I JUST INJECT WORM HOLES INTO MY ARTERY THE CRYSTAL DIAMONDS THEY CALL CRACK  HAVE NOW BECOME MY PLUG TO A MIND OF A CREATIONAL SLIPSTREAM THE RETURN OF THE MACK MY EVOLUTION INTO A SPLIT PERSONALITY INTER DIMENSIONAL BOUNDARY  IS LOST ON THE COMMON PERSON CAUSE THEY THINK THEY LIVING IN A PHYSICAL REALITY BUT SLOWLY MY THOUGHTS ARE STARTING TO THINK ONLY ULTRA VIOLENT BEHAVIOUR BRUTALITY MY BETRAYED MENTALITY BUT THERE IS ALWAYS TWO SIDES TO EVERY STORY THEY CAN EXCHANGE CALL IT DUALITY  SOMETIMES WHEN I SPEAK I CAN HEAR THE MOON CRICKETTS FUCK GRAVITY  I APPROACH THE FINAL DECISION WITH HOSTILITY  ON THE MIC MY FREESTYLE IS ALWAYS DISTURBING RAW AND VERSES OF WAR INSANITY VERSES OF LOVE AND PHYSICAL DECAPITATIONS CAPABILITY  MY COUNTER OFFENCE YOU COULD SAY ARE KNIGHT MOVES ON A BLACK AND WHITE TILED ANTIQUITY YOU NO LIKE THOUGHT OF 10 MOVES BEFORE YOUR PREDICTABLE ATTACKS i use relativity creep through projects with stealth night vision and agility  now im spitting anthrax and venom my disgusting battle rap ability  is like a a backwoods hill billy wrong turn ass  raping deliverance of a penetrating delivery every time i speak its as if i stick a blade in your brain leaving you with a surgical street labotamy  you no vegetabilized a debility finally i hope im describing your finality with clarity