25 . MIND FREEDOM -BIDZ

Chainsaw Man

Wombat — In the Sky [Chainsaw Man EP]

Hungry - DZL (DEMO)

Frank Deez - Dead Bodies (Instrumental) SOLD

Greener pastures

Hunger pains

Frank Deez - Casket Crawlers (Instrumental)

lyrics:


[Chorus]

Ready for war as I lay down these rhymes,
Dead in the core, every sound is designed.
Venom I pour when I’m fuckin' out of my mind,
Weaponized thoughts with a fuckin' mountain to climb.
Bleeding through syllables, seeping through rituals,
Sleep with the cynical [wait] speech is original.
Clinical threats when I’m  sketchin’ these lines,
This ain’t a verse—it’s a fucken hex in disguise.

[Tremaine]
I’m the virus that thrives in a spiral of thoughts,
Mind like a blade in a fuckin Bible that’s torn.
Rifle of scorn, I’m a fricken tidal of storms,
With a mic as my torch in the night I was born.

Fightin’ remorse with a spiteful rapport,
Insight in my core like I’m fuckin" writin' in war.
Tied to the corpse of another life I ignored,
Now I spit like a myth that was written in war.

Life is a corpse that I fucken drag through the norm,
Every verse is a curse that I’ve gradually sworn.
Casually warnin' 'em—my sanity's worn,
With a laugh and a snarl like a savage reborn.
Cracked in the head, I’m a fuckin' fracture of lore,
Spit scriptures that slither through the catacombs' floor.
Back with a force that collapses on my physical form,
I’m the echo of death in a passionate storm

[Chorus]

Ready for war as I lay down these rhymes,
Dead in the core, every sound is designed.
Venom I pour when I’m fuckin' out of my mind,
Weaponized thoughts with a fuckin' mountain to climb.
Bleeding through syllables, seeping through rituals,
Sleep with the cynical [wait] speech is original.
Clinical threats when I’m  sketchin’ these lines,
This ain’t a verse—it’s a fucken hex in disguise.

[Chefstah]

I been up Racking lines with the catophiles,
Stashing rhymes in my pocket got a lotta 
Flows in my head, smokin a sesh, with the demons most be impressed by the dopest repressed artist with a rope to his neck,
I been, Killing words since the womb 
To my tomb, snappin rappers hard with no room to improve, I just shoot for the moon 
Like I'm Nukem in doom blowing ya away 
With a Ruger boom and I shoot (bang) 

And I ain't fucking with these fake ass rappers, snap their back backwards 
cap em and stab em in the Addams apple, 
I'm really raw, simple as it gets 
Spat a whole set with a pair of scissors In my neck, I'm a sinner poppin pingas with a midget in a stinger playing winner as I'm singing got a bitch to lick my finger after I stuck the fucker in her, I'm just another ripper, Call me Jack on the track




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