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Fubar:
shock and amaze until I rot in a grave
the pinnacle, Sebastian Bach when he played
you better stop with the games
I'm Jesus in reverse, bringing evil to the point even god is afraid
I'll spit a verse that is so ill
cross its path you're getting turned into roadkill
I'll write forever with unlimited punchlines
fuck friends I'm on a drunk mission to cut ties
I'm trying to recall the last time sanity was mine
my bad side had to be designed
like an anti-gravity device
causing water vehicles to capsize randomly at night
you tried survive a bite from a great white
now look at all the blood stuck inside of the drain pipes
I try and embrace life
even though I'm dead but technically alive at the same time
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Fubar:
I hypnotize, you are deep in a trance
leave if you can, if there is even a chance
let us keep it grand
I'm in full control for now, everything you do is by the seat of your pants
you and your producer - equally trash
horrible bars, followed by a beat that is wack
I hope you get hit by a speeding sedan
after the driver looks away trying to reach in the back
I'm meticulous with a bar, I'll word it in a way
you can further evaluate and interpret what I say
driving a mac truck, swerve it in your lane
while you're bleeding on the street I'll reverse it on your face
further I amaze using mercenary aim
a single bullet will kill every person in the place
I appear out of thin air, shirtless with a blade
after anyone recites any version of my name
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Fubar:
we all die, don't take your life for granted
you'll eventually end up inside a casket
either that or end up in the sky as ashes
I can get it done with a single line and that's it
pray to your god, try and ask it
if you stand a chance when I ignite the matchstick
lines are crafted in the type of fashion
they exhibit undeniably a sign of madness
soldier of nihilism, ready for the end
I'm a nightmare, similar to Freddy in your head
better watch where you're going, every little step
or don't and get a rusty machete to your legs
deadly with a pen, time for you to die
you're nice but even Jesus Christ was crucified
get ready to taste anger
pick out a tombstone, you're in grave danger
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Fubar:
no strings are visible, masterless puppet in the flesh
escaped from a bucket of regrets
no longer prisoner to deity commands
I thought I was free when I was deep within a trance
I was hypnotized, clock's ticking back and forth
lacked remorse when I killed as a last resort
negative in dialogue
I'm trying to stay calm holding sedatives inside my palms
broke free from the chains of oppression
finally the way it was destined
listen to the agonizing pain in the message
hoping when I die I'll remain as a legend
who the fuck am I kidding? nihilist to the core
nothing inside of him you'd adore
I'm known to be heartless
in search for truth, see me walking alone in the darkness
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Fubar:
I'll leave you charred to ashes, start the madness
armed with axes that are large and massive
scarred and stranded, dark and tragic
evil so extreme that it is hard to grasp it
try and understand and die gradually
flow's on another level, defies gravity
I'm dope, throw away whatever you write after me
funny I'm slowly going "mad" but quite "happily"
blood is righteous, tongue is priceless
using a bare hand to crush the mic with
name any drug I've tried it,
I'm technically missing a screw and I would love to find it
thinking it's a game when it isn't
blades I'm equipped with to leave you with a face full of stitches
you're the worst rapper I have faced in a minute
if you can't stand the heat escape from the kitchen
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Fubar:
I'll sneak into your house with a blade to force-feed
wearing a hockey mask like Jason Vorhees
I'll cut, expose your brain and pour bleach
then overindulge on your remains for four weeks
when you see me you're supposed to be scared
same look people have when approached by a bear
me showing any kind of emotion is rare
I'm very quiet, you won't even know that I'm there
until your bound by a rope to a chair
you can tell I've already killed someone from the clothes that I wear
keep yelling, unfortunately nobody cares
I'm enjoying every second of the moment I swear
I'm ready for the torture and sacrifice
show up at your door step ready with a sword and an appetite
die from the force of a battle rhyme
just have faith, maybe there is something more in an afterlife
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Fubar's Verse:
time to recalibrate
losing part of my mind with each track I make
it's blind insanity
try and battle me you will die in tragedy
find a canopy, reign (rain) is treacherous
brain's an edifice, like a maze that never ends
complexity to the point, there never was any choice
other than to accept it and then rejoice
I am not that impressed
you mistakenly think you're on my level when I'm god in the flesh
you ain't even a little hard, stop with the threats
or like Flava Flav you're getting clocked in the chest
Public Enemy with a rush of energy
drug you steadily with a bunch of remedies
eventually with time it'll crush you mentally
you shouldn't even trust your memories
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Fubar:
only thing you have is your fame to brag about
delusional, can't even gauge how bad it sounds
it's a game of cat and mouse
you signed on the dotted line, now you're afraid of backing out
hoping you can pass as an artist
I listen and think instantly of trash in the garbage
every single track is retarded
a slap in the face to real lyricists who sadly departed
but me? I use it as a path to catharsis
listen to the wrath that I harness
utilizing bits and pieces of my past and the carnage
ultimately results in tracks full of darkness
and rage, time flies, and now I'm half way to heartless
ready for war, holding an ax that I sharpened
no longer afraid, we all end up in a casket regardless
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Fubar:
you can trust I'm insane, nuts in the brain
tongue like a blade leaving cuts on your frame
if you like I can leave it stuck in your face
call me Vlad the Impaler I am just as insane
better than the rest, clever as it gets
I'm the best, suggest that you never interject
I strike with lightning when the weather is intense
get the Sword of Damocles embedded in your chest
you can only dream of the day, I completely enslave
my own mind just to keep it in chains
but the moment I agree to engage I'm like a beast in a cage
ready to kill you and eat your remains
we're gonna battle, time for me to force you to set a date
should've instead opened the door to a better place
born with a head of snakes, swinging a sword that'll penetrate
demon you're at war with is Leatherface
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Fubar:
medicine today I forgot to take it
I'll be honest, current mood is not the greatest
at your house with a glock to break, in
cock and aim it, trying to leave with the watch you came with
and you know what time it is, stop complaining
or end up like the rest, locked in cages
I'm old, bought a little pot to blaze it
reminiscing of the days when I rocked the stages
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Fubar:
I got to be insane, te mato con palabras that I say
or detach your esophagus with blades
now you gotta be dead now
you won't be able to move a single muscle from the top of your head down
things that I write down, they gotta be clever
while you perish, I'm the image of water in deserts
lost count of the prisoners I locked in my cellar
I take dead people and stitch their bodies together
on one is safe, even a loyal fan can get it
it's impossible to try and understand my limit
listen you wouldn't even last a minute
I'm the demon you can read about in scriptures of past religions
I am torturous, games that I play are insidious
even Satan says I'm insane and ridiculous
spoken of inside of a page in Leviticus
read it alone and be afraid like a little bitch
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Fubar:
try and listen up, everybody quiet in the front
automatic violence will erupt
I can take a bottle of Corona, combine it with your blood
and somehow you'll end up with a virus in your lungs
put a knife into your guts
Tequila got me thinking I can lift up a bison when I'm drunk
escaped Hell vigorously climbing up the rungs
brought enough heat able to turn Poseidon into dust
I'm the man, little bit of tiger in my blood
I'm the champ, similar to Tyson with a punch
kind of like a diamond in the rough
but I turn things to shit, the opposite of Midas with the touch
Edd Bundy:
otherwise, I'm known as a pyro with the flux
every verse I pen the biro is ignited into dust
then I breathe, guess that's why this fires in my gut
set the track ablaze, flow like ghost rider with a grudge
but still I know that I've been riding on my luck
like clover decal signage on the tires of a truck
I'm just waiting for my time to expire and it sucks
trying to build this empire so I retire with some bucks
sometimes it's like rhyming is a crux
on the other side, I feel like writing is a crutch
'til I leave, I'ma be supplying you with just
what's required you don't like it really I don't give a fuck
Sadida:
if you want the power turn you into a ghost
hit you with flows that are written in stone
and when the god speaks all biblical quotes
got more lines than you can sniff up your nose
only a warning my mind twisted and cold
my mouth a cannon when I spit it explodes
beware the shrapnel will rip through your clothes
taking aim at whoever sits at the throne
a marksman on target, no missing your dome
or "Professional" as Leon slitting your throat
the kid is no joke, I'm killing them slow
now getting all blown like a pistol with smoke
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Fubar:
I'm 10% happy, the rest is tragedy
at 40 all that is left is half of me
I write like it's an occupation but less the salary
to the point I neglect my family
dedicated to a fault
even though I came to terms with the fact that I'm never making it at all
I'm content with 20 fans
20 years deep and I'm left with empty hands
it's not about the fortune or the fame
it's about releasing stress and the torture in my brain
sort of in the way, before I go insane
I let it go, there's nothing really more that I can say
I do what I does and I do it quite well
without having to hope that the music might sell
listen to the tracks, mission is attack
ripping shit in half every single minute that I rap
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Fubar:
the eviscerate with a pen type
immortal entity created to end life
known as the "Day of the Dead Guy"
name is curse, you will die after saying it ten times
cursed and eternally doomed
it is certainly true from Shark Brothers I'm the worst of the group
I am skilled in emergency rooms
and any surgical tools needed to separate a person in two
high level accuracy every verse I improve
operate at night time under burgundy moons
you know the name, if not you'll be learning it soon
king of kings, I'm an alternate version of Zeus
I'm back with Pandora's Box ready to release its contents
bacteria, disease and toxins
I'll let it rain over you, to beef is nonsense
no human able to bleed can stop him
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Fubar:
I'm sick in my old age, splitting your whole face
you might even die if you listen at close range
lit it like propane, fire with the bars
oddity, cataloge entirely bizarre
light a torch, the situation is dire in the dark
you think you are higher than you are
delusional and wack as all fuck
seems like your mission is to act like you rap and talk tough
listen to me, spit to the beat
so you can learn how to properly administer heat
illest with a brain that is twisted indeed
severing ties, I burn down bridges with ease
no friends, alone with a mic device
I'll shove it inside of your throat if you try and fight
I suppose you can die tonight
choked with impunity until there is no fucking sign of life
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Fubar:
I've arrived now I'm back at it
you can try but you can't hack it
holding a knife or a damn hatchet
I strike and I crack planets
leaving a crater behind about the size of the Grand Canyon
maybe you'll survive if you stand back and
realize what I use to write with is black magic
I am the rise of the last dragon
crack your funny bone just so I can try not to laugh at it
you might want to put me in a cage
only way you'll hang is with a hook up in your frame
look me in the face and tell me Dox Boogie isn't gay
if you laugh, get a bullet in your brain
killing me is hard, like a guillotine I'm sharp
you are out of your element and swimming with a shark
at the core I am truly the epitome of dark
fact that you exist is ripping me apart
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Fubar:
I'm known discretely
engage if you don't believe me
sharp with it, like a guillotine
severing your throat completely
I'll leave a court room burgundy
0 to 60, short fuse certainly
verses are priceless
from the exact moment that I inserted the mic in
5'9", verbally 9'6"
try and battle me and certainly die quick
you'll end up a corpse over time
that's exactly what a war will ignite
fire with the bars, force of a line
decapitates, I am like Thor with a slice
time for some action, I'll ignite with a passion
'til the day I lie in a casket
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Compilation of features and collaborations alongside many talented emcees, beatmakers and DJ's.
released January 17, 2022
