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what i mean is that i'd probably f**k anyone;
when i smoke woolahz and dust until i scream 'f**k everyone'
it helps me forget that i'm likely my mother's most disappointing son
detached, paranoid, unaffectionate one

ever since i realized i could snort Ritalin
and decided to switch places with my imaginary evil twin
high school was six years spent smoked out and sniffing glue and amphetamine
until i felt imaginary bugs crawlin' underneath my skin

i don't need anyone unless i need to get high again
i live my life like foreign policy, i only have interests, i don't have friends
i get wrecked to forget my life's wrecked and try to hesitate on suicide again -
- until i barely even remember who i am man


if you're listening, i really hope that you can't relate
don't say i didn't warn you in the songs that i create -
- the way i live, i won't make it past forty
and since i procrastinate maybe we can make my wake the album release party

Rhymes, I've got a wide variety and eclectic selection and infect your head with them
my bars are filthy, whether you wanna get with them or threaten them you better bring protection

i'm out of control;
my thought patterns are so fuckt i mightaswell not think at all

i'm uncouth and ruthless, but the truth is
my life isn't worth two s**ts or even the tissue i used to wipe the poop with

i want it all and i'm never satisfied with what i got -
- i'm having second thoughts about having a second th*t;
but if she gets knocked up she don't get a second thought

even if i'm on the top i'd want to never stop -
- getting high, i'm a fiend -
- first i'd PCP lace and then finally blaze through your whole crop


i'm a two bit dipshit, half-wit, social misfit and -
- right now i'm way too f****d;
you say i pay to f**k?! don't front!
i get in front of a camera and get paid to f**k

and if you f**k with me you're quick to get f****d and your throat slit
like some anonymous non-monogamous b***h met off craigslist

so who's first to die tonight? we'll see
i'll have your whole crew crooning nsync (it's gonna be me)
i don't need reminded that my style will never go diamond -
- step to me an' i'll make you die man
i fiend for dust like whack rappers fiend for clout
which one of you rednecks wants equip't wida convertible scalp
you'll get put in the dirt, f**k gettin' knocked out
empty your pockets and show me how much you think your f*****g life is worth
ever since my first day on earth i've been cursed;
- a f*****g depraved pervert, you've never seen worse
i'm in the hospital disguised as a nurse, lurking, to steal an epidural and f**k a b***h in the ass while she's giving birth
maybe if I improve I'll write a technical manual; an' school how-to-rap-Drew
on how to rap through technical examination of one's lyrical creation. In fact, I think my whole approach is new.
I write raps like hypertext, and annotate every single reference
my lyrics are deep, i'll intellectually mangle you
i represent the dark side, using the force to centrifugally strangle you
i know it doesn't make literal sense, it's just a nice rhyme;
i paint pictures with metaphors and leave foes with sore minds
ima'n intellectual great, my iq's like at least two-thirds that of Einstein
when i smoke dust and meth my mind takes off like warp nine

f*****g with me leads to getting your throat slit -
- i'm sick and my mind's atrocious -
- tearing you apart like f*****g a horse dick
you get left for dead like when i find out the whore has syphilis
Louis Cyphre delivers the sort of punishments found in biblical scriptures kid
my mental is transgressive, there's nothing right inside my lid
daydreams of swinging machetes and splittin' wigs
if step to me you better listen to Cage and bring
more firearms than a school of burning squid


Now Louis, see see, watch how I murder this beat, you'll see
you don't wanna f**k with me, i'd kill someone o'r a buck fifty
watch yourself son, imma punishing parent and i act strictly
and you don't wanna try that backtalk with me;
because when i clap back it's with gats and i clap quickly
you'll catch a whole clip and your survival will appear miraculously
still wanna battle an'try'an match wits with me?
my thoughts are top secret, classified -
- and personally, I like feminist women;
we can banter ideology as i'm abusively doin'm, viciously rootin'm
gag on my cock until you're puking mamme
then watch my Trump and Epstein impersonations, imma jerk-off to your sonogram
and penetrate my own daughter all the way to her diaphragm
...
your turn, one-two, one-two;

I like to rap fast like thrash records released by Slap-A-Ham
f**k with me your hearse will be driven by a garbage man -

- an' like - sometimes life is relentless;
so i pop pills and smoke dope to numb my senses
all i can remember is chasing highs and hoping to die
smoking laced 'dro, bumping Killah Bees,
going through withdrawl's got me scratching like i broke out in hives
hitting formaldahyde has me seeing from my third eye
but i move caustiously, my personality is caustic because i'm obnoxious and autistic-
ly mindblind; financially addiction has got me in a tight bind
that's why i'm out sticking up this guy to afford my next high
and if he doesn't comply he's getting chopped up in boxes
Seriously man, you want carved up? stop wasting my f*****g time!

death is my bride, she's on my mind all the time -
i'm married to PCP - I mean it - ring and all;
i get out of my mind when i smoke formaldehyde an' get wet (wed) -
- an' if a b***h don't start to give me head den
imma'bout to unleash some mothafuckin' Armageddon
i'll crush Soundcloud's top ten - f**k'dem -
- inside my own bedroom I'm already a legend;
show up at your at your cyph' and give emcees rusty lungs;
cuz i'm always puffing on at least a dozen dusty blunts
Snitch-Nine clones scream loud but don't even seem raw;
meanwhile my mental is unbalanced like a fat kid on a see-saw -
i'll smack the s**t out anyone, even Sheldon's dear meemaw
right now imma'bout to bug out; so if you can't spit lyrical then it's time to flee dog

I'm thirsty for your bars like they're on tap tbh

I'm flattered.

Man you got talent...i was really feeling the verses...good flow and imagery...keep em coming!

Pass the 'dro, let me blaze it, you can tell by the smell that I've laced it;
I'm on a rampage, and if you f*****g with me you must be wasted;
I'm converting deplorable racists into hopeless hospital patients after they receive free lead facelifts.

Here are some targets for you then ...

Omg I haven't heard this song in so long!!

these days i don't attract fans, just cult disciples
real f****n' psychos with automatic rifles
i captain an unbalanced squad of catchers and designated hitters
who won't hesitate to put you in a black bag with a long zipper
rivals i take out like liner notes soon they're lined up in my scope
I bring gunsmoke and always tote
I've been harder than hitting high notes ever since a zygote;
and I like to twirl chive smoke until my eyes look like Thai folks
coming to start s**t? just know imma handle it
with an SKS modified to take a banana clip
with thirty shots in the stack i ain't gonna miss
leave you to bleed out, was it worth it to diss

^ this last one is really good, professional standard.

Don't you drive yourself nuts thinking in rhyme all day, or is it fun?

Do you get live?

I mostly think of lyrics when I'm at work and bored, so not really. My job is really menial, so there isn't much thought involved. I just pull out an MP3 player and record bars as notes for myself. It's fun and slightly addictive, something about stringing them together seems to make my brain release dopamine.

i'm half-retarded, autistic with psychotic symptoms
it's statistical probability that'll become an alcoholic, drug addict
just another tragic statistic the result of every night blizt'd
my mental is twisted;
it takes a whole chemistry set plus spirits before my spirits are lifted
how can doubly-exceptional be considered half-gifted?
if my potential is wasted, i might as well stay wasted
i understand consequence but can't execute simple tasks
and just smoke cess and pop pills to relax

don't try to resist; life never gave me s**t
that's why i'm snatching this or serving lead facelifts
Frank Grimes has got the muscle to lift and the wit to grift
serving up clips to all these dipshits

i'm high and insid'a maternal wife, plugged in like external device
you sure he won't find out? i'm worried he might
he's doing the whole constable's life, allergic to vice
while he's f*****g working, i'm squirtng inside his wife
b***h keep f*****g working, f**k make it worth it


my slang's dope enough to cause an overdose
might be mentally comatose but my days are never boring -
- i'm eating oranges with a gorgeous Georgian historian

still turnt, i stay bent, a scruffy-faced nerfherder whenever i'm earnt
i keep the herb burnt to my keep my nerves numb to hurt
and my mind races from drugs with more words than books

i feel like a flak jacket the way i'm taking rounds
my brain storms deep enough to make you drown

now hold my beer and watch this imma'bouta get more obnoxious than piece of s**t bosses when they make you stay late at the office
lyrically i'm the hardest oddest artist on this here to start s**t i get dumb quick and put hot metal where yah heart is
my dome's sick - come on son think, i might in an instant snap quick and act like i'm john wick
imma dipshit delinquent misfit i must admit my flow's quick, my dome's sick and i know tricks who know tricks

f**k, buddy; i've got no buddies or fuck-buddies
f**k my luck i ain't got nobody, it's always the same - wrong no matter which way you rub me
i represent kids who ate glue and kids who sniffed glue
and people who never grew up without a f*****g clue
i'm hanging with Fabian fags, swallowing paper tabs like labial scabs and then i think to myself man acid's rad

i'm just saying, i'm a sadist -
- whether with blades or with lyrics created -
- and my oral cadance -
i am the oddest autist artist don't even get me started
a lyrical alien who can rhyme of the top with pygmalion
i'm creative and never failin' to fill up pages
i never lack for metaphor, my mind shines bright like a semaphor light
louis cyphre, war wager, rap crusader - i gotta trife life major
never owned a cellphone or even a pager