CREEP

Windows95

FUARKK WE ALL GONNA MAKE IT BRAHS KEEP GRINDING

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rust hardstyle

Rust - UmbraV2 [Feat: Mc Merc]

years ago, i had a really bad headache, i had been up for 2 days, i was under the delusion i had brain cancer or something, after a few hours i had fully visualised the site of the pain and began to 'prod' it with electricity, after identifying the mass as uncooperative i began the disassembly the foreign mass, after making the mass about 2/3rds the size i let it be for about 10 mins, just to get the most skullfucking pain i've probably experienced, i didn't like this very much so i began complete removal of the mass.

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LYRICS

Yo, listen up, you're rollin' through the wrong block,  
Where every corner’s guarded, and shadows never stop.  
Flashing headlights, better keep your eyes unblinded,  
Steppin' here uninvited, leaves you reminded.  
This ain't the place to flex, no playground to linger,  
In this hood, whispers travel swift as a trigger.  
Check your map, realize where you at,  
Take the U-turn now if you got respect for that.  

Got an unwanted guest, campin' on my couch,  
Turnin' my crib into a lair of doubt.  
Days rollin' by, still struttin' to my dismay,  
They missed the memo that it's time to part ways.  
Hints drop like bricks, yet they're deaf to the beat,  
Their vibe's a shadow, stealing my retreat.  
Gotta reclaim my space, set my kingdom right,  
This ain't your scene, vanish into the night.  

Cells in my house, need a major eviction,  
Divide and conquer is my only conviction.  
Microscope vision, every detail's my mission,  
Piece by piece, breaking down the opposition.  
Walls start to whisper, as I take them apart,  
Every layer peeled back, reveals the art.  
From the basement to the loft, I own this fight,  
Bit by bit, reclaiming what's mine, ignite the night.  

When the ops stepped back, thought they lost the game,  
But they came back harder, with threefold the flame.  
Now they’re gone, faded like smoke in the air,  
Went for broke, but couldn't handle the warfare.  

They regrouped, doubled down, but couldn't break the mold,  
Thought they'd rise from the ashes, come out bold.  
Underestimated, pushing too late,  
Fell into the trap, sealing their fate.  
We stood our ground, relentless in the storm,  
While they crumbled, couldn't keep their form.  
Gone for good now, no coming back this time,  
Left in the past, echoes of their last rhyme.

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