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lirik lagu vanegood - medieval diss track 2

[verse]
it’s time for the scythe to slowly slice in
reaping what you sowed and what is about to begin
there will be nothing left for your mill to grind
as my rats and mice will devour your entire mind
my hand picks every light to quickly dissipate
conjuring the darkness history books will not conjugate
the skin on your hands has not see any labour
since your wife gave birth from your sleazy next door neighbour
my grain isn’t plain and will instill in your brain
an insane flavor addiction that causes withdrawal pain
but the toll for consuming such an exquisite cuisine
is dirt upon the body with only a cross to be seen
patience is for the virtuous, not that you would know
for these lyrics would cause even a fluent bard to crow
a cavalcade of rhymes worth more than diamond and gold
now behold the cold slander of my bold verbal stranglehold
you speak of mothers, mine is of the earth
your maternal ancestors should have never gave birth
for the cooking they claimed started to stew and churn
and the result is your pathetic presence receiving a scathing burn
my wife is by no means a margaret, charlotte, or harlot
letting others enter her brands a letter of scarlet
the honey smell might be from the other bees
that pollinate your wife as she moans loudly on her knees
my fields are plenty and the talk of the town
i never let a crop become wilted and brown
the decree of your town is that you are a clown
and you cry yourself to sleep on your wife’s stained night gown
it’s not over yet, it must get worse
more wounded and corpses than a battleworn he~rs~
for now i unleash the k!lling famine and storm
prepare for your death to take its final form
did you remember about my rats and mice?
you are very fortunate i get to tell you twice
but the outcome will not be so pretty and nice
because these rodents carry more than just fleas and lice
my hat comes with the medical mask of health
but your hat will represent your floundering wealth
when there’s no room for it on your decrepit head
your face becomes the grave your hat will pr~nounce you dead
not even your king can for sanction for levity
no matter the intelligence, wisdom, or longevity
you will rot on your bathroom throne pleading forgiveness
your collapse in this country will be for all to witness
my sheep that i gather do not carry any wool
liked the pied piper, i make you follow like any blithering fool
the raw truth of this ending is that your failure was arriving
that’s why after this line, there’s not a life left worth surviving
[outro]
mwahahahahahahaha!

- lirik lagu vanegood

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