Exacerbated

@rapfame_official (lyrics below) ----------------👇Description👇-------------------- ​"Exacerbated" is a raw and unhinged underground rap track driven by relentless multisyllabic internal rhyme schemes and dark comedic storytelling. Drawing deep inspiration from the unfiltered shock value era of classic hardcore hip-hop, the track packs rapid fire cadences, jagged punchlines, and aggressive self aware bravado into a heavy and relentless display of pure lyricism. --------------------👇Lyrics👇------------------------- Flag was placed full mast, which means That I collapsed the dynamic, grabbed it with my hands My sins exacerbated, I should be isolated, I know I swore No more fake stress or paying scores, taping ladies in they dress making a mess when I inspect the floor, I should say less, but since you pay me less I'm gonna say more ​And so I swear my dearest lord, I repent I stress no more I need an Allen wrench, to repair my damaged sword This is a test, I gather, as I lather on all fours And gather butter as I think upon your mother on the floor ​Shit so degenerate, as I generate your face pick up the pace galore I wonder what it's like down under I wonder if there's room for more I mutter as I duck metaphorical gutters under my covers step some more and get smothered intrepid scores like no others back it up fast I'm not your brother pack it up son go and stunt on another you got stuck in the thunder while I was lying low in the lightning bro I'm robbing wills son exciting like Robin Williams rubbing to flubber while you kill none I spill you just stutter so stand still as I muster up what matters damn mad hatter couldn't match the blood that I splatter can you contemplate flow or does your comprehension compensate as it goes out the door the fuck you think I write for? ​Nothing can't stop this I'm stomping like Loch Ness I mean I'm swimming and topless your head is spinning don't cop this or you'll be dripping with nonsense I'm god sent but got dropped hitting my noggin you small bitch all I need is a small hitch and a shovel to get you into a small ditch wish I could stay out of trouble small wits the size of your wits crumble and stall bitch you should stay humble this isn't even all it's only the beginning of my never ending sinning when the beat starts spinning who the fuck you think you're kidding situation which you're sitting got you wishing you had no stitches and a couple more riches keep fishing habit I'm farming at alarming phases try to grab it try to match it you couldn't take this now take this hit in a place that is adjacent to your ovaries there ain't no one that is over me end of story it is over G you need some Oberweis if I could summarize your Doberman foaming teeth need some milk to wash down my skill when I hit at all degrees I could blow my nose and it would overthrow your home by some flying trees now follow me as you swallow me and every seed of me you should recede and be working on your rhyming scheme ​Is a her still a she? This fucked up world has me churning at the seams like I'm filled to the brim people talkin "I'm a he she her they and them" well soon you're in a hearse with Hershey's on your lips have you even heard cursing you confusing fucking fool how could this verse that I'm wording be any more worsening yall just want a nursery who knew this rope would give you surgery with a botched attempt do not get this wrong first off I'm wearing a thong after flexing on your dad everything knocked off in my head I'm the rap god of murder to your death I don't brush my teeth wash my face or even wipe my glass nothing stuffed in me baby maybe I'mma lace your drink Lacey and watch you go crazy duck and fucking crash shit doesn't even phase me I'm a lion you're an ant by the way this entire time I was lying this only happened in Minecraft but still I'mma find you line you up and make you gasp make you really think and ask where my mind is even at what are you blinder than a bat what this is you couldn't amass mad facts at ya I drain your blood better than fat Dracula can black eye in the back of my van pack it up don't look back you're about to get canned ​So listen man When asked who's the man Damn Just point 'em to me I'll wrap you up like a Christmas gift and place you under a tree Facts And when they ask who flows sicker in the head Don't laugh Look 'em dead in the eye Tell 'em no one's quicker with the most sinister sick shit slick kid who's spinning words Uhh.. that would be me sir Or madam whatever preferred Just know I'll cut you up to pieces Best believe this Eating all you rappers for dinner