Kyd - H.H Holmez Lyrics

I feel so bad, I had to kill them
Unravel wrath of that of Vlad, Attila
The Zodiac, the Pashas, Patton militant
I commence the attack, my tactic's iller
Uh, when I talk shit, it's direct
Motherf*ck all the snobs who disrespect
The anonymous frauds who diss and jet
I engulf them, this author's an arsonistic threat
You're subjected to a combo of Dahmer/Richard Hess
My crest never soften, so monstrous the set
My text's the Hamas of the genre, spit a hex
On you pests and spawn a semblance of Biggie's breath
Litmus tests, I'm beyond passin those
Impede on crabs, and smoke your weak comrades with flows
Yo, in the top five, I reside
A Sadat mind on the grind, leave you hog tied on the rhyme
Check 1, 2, check 1, 2, 1, 2, check 1, 2
There's a throwback, you're all getting blowback
Check 1, 2, check 1, 2, 1, 2, check 1, 2
This is a throwback, you all getting blown back
It's too bad, I had to kill ya
Been a rap fanatic who crafts his palette triller
Walking acid rap reactor whose blast reveals a
Disastrous biohazard of pyroclastic spills
I stay on track congealing all the doomsday signs
I'm going in stateside, bestow him the cake prize
GOAT of them's arrived, you gnomes be afraid I'm
On totems to stay high and gross til the flame die
Snake eyes is bearing witness to a vet
Terroristic as I step, I'm Harold Shipman in the flesh
Yes, my larynx will eject a barrel, spitting to direct
A collection of all your sets for a burial, it's best
To stay in barriers or get just carried with the rest
Characters have met their death, you f*cks get upper cuts next
It's cut neck when I'm behind the mic
I'm Messiah-like with spite, hold your Bible tight
Check 1, 2, check 1, 2, 1, 2, check 1, 2
This is a throwback you're all getting in blown back
Check 1, 2, check 1, 2, 1, 2, check 1, 2
This is a throwback, you're all getting blown back
Behold the threat, no regrets, I had to kill them
Combative practices, tracks will Haddonfield them
All back-to-back when the battle axe is wielding
Causing drastic stats to add to casket building
Scrolls are traced, dethrone the flakes and tedious minds
Sophist snakes are hoaxes, they CDs declined
Explosive range, can't cope with Shane, he's too refined
Poem displays will close the case, easy my prime's sublime
At any opportune moment, may
Sock a dudes' poker face, knock your crew, throat'll spray
Toxic fumes, get tossed in tombs, sewn ya fate
You're not attuned, this hostile dude's a protege of Kratos and H.H Holmes
The K stay known to make a playmate moan
So, how I rock's insane since the nerve I operate
With is like Robert Graysmith to murk you
Check 1,2, check 1,2 1,2, check 1,2
This a throwback, you're all getting blown back
Check 1,2, check 1,2 1,2, check 1,2
This a throwback, you're all getting blown back