Cunninlynguists – Halfanimal Lyrics

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[Hook: Scratches]
"Half animal, half man"
"Half man, half amazin'"
"It seems so amazin'"
"I verbally burn a nigga"
"Check the flows of the major deacon"

[Deacon the Villain]
Get close and lose your soul
Not gonna roll, so the G version of how this story’s really told
Conquerin' Deacon is a silly goal
You’re just a comin’ new edition for “Faces of Death” videos
Splish splash in your own blood bath
Hole in your chest bigger than Bobby Brown's drug stash
Bigger than Louie Anderson's belly flop splash
Ass stretched wider than Jim Carrey’s mouth when he laughs
You might as well smoke a cigarette while you huff gas
Facin’ me’s dumber than using fingernail clippers to cut grass
It’s your choice, a dozen inch dick or a cocked 12
Cause playin' Cool J is the only time I'm rockin' L
That follows me like gunshots and hot shells
The last time I stopped rappin' coffin makers stock fell
Like sealed water holes, I got rap locked well
But your album's an iron raft, that shit will not sail/sell

[Hook]

[Deacon the Villian]
Watch out for twin questions when testin' me
I got so many punchlines
You'd think I'm fightin' off referees

My speciality is in any type of world weaponry
So stop stressin' or catch a hot lesson

You wouldn’t be fly with demonic possessions
I deliver lung shots that cause pneumonic depressions
The personification of bubonic infections
Like poisoned communion wine
People can't stomach my blessings
In a battle session
I can blow out daylight
Cause I'm like Shakespeare retired
I never playwrite/play right

Never say shit twice
Give ya one chance to hear it

My flow’s godly, touches your spirit so you’d better fear it
I collect souls and put 'em on clearance
Death's about to make an appearance due to your interference
So don’t surprise me and spark my defense reflex
Because I’m dope enough to suffocate your weak set with a Kleenex

[Hook]

[Deacon the Villain]
I've been the truth since the cradle
While most of y'all are so good at lyin'/lion
I thought Simba raised you

Realize what I do to guys with lies
The only Mac you got came Super Sized with fries
Brand me, half animal, half cannibal
Make like Bruce Banner and throw a fuckin' van at you
The rap Hannibal, it takes my +Silence+ to stop violence
Undermine my talents and leave you lyin' under violins
My skills are like Bill Gates stock wealth
While half of y'all are fake fur, I mean not felt
I move at speeds that'll make a stop watch melt
Like auto fellatio, I'm only tryin' to top self
That's why half of these punks are scared to fight
They talk shit then flee/flea like dog parasites
With a terror bright now the flame has set fire to the canvas
My depth is eternal, you’ll never understand this

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