Originally Posted by
KoKane
Lol, true. Gemini AI pretty much agrees with that assessement, too:
[Meth]
Yo, Ticallion Stallion, Meth-Tical, bring the ruckus
Straight from Shaolin, flow ferocious like a discus
"The Magnificent Butchers," yeah, that's the name we claim
Slicing up the competition, leaving MCs in flames
From the slaughterhouse, rhymes sharp like a cleaver
Wordplay hazardous, my metaphors make believers
Verbal assault, lyrical butcher, chop 'em into fractions
Leave 'em dazed and confused, questioning they own actions
My style erratic, like a madman with a hatchet
Swinging wild, unpredictable, rappers better catch it
I'm the top chef, in this game, the master of disaster
Mic skills leave 'em gasping, like they ran outta plaster
So step into my abattoir, witness the carnage
Rhymes hanging on hooks, like cuts of meat, regardless
Of your reputation, I'll reduce you to mincemeat
"The Magnificent Butchers," we reign supreme, we don't retreat.
[Deck]
I reign supreme, lyrical surgeon, Inspectah Deck
Magnificent Butcher, rhymes sever your mental neck
I dissect the competition, expose their weak facade
Flow sharper than a scalpel, leaving MCs scarred
Verbal vivisection, precision in every line
Slice through the bullshit, truth cuts like turpentine
My verses leave 'em dismembered, scattered on the floor
A bloody masterpiece, a canvas you'll adore
From the depths of Shaolin, my words echo through the night
A symphony of slaughter, a macabre delight
I'm the grim reaper of rap, wielding a razor tongue
Rhymes disembowel your ego, leave you undone
So step into my operating theatre, if you dare
Butcher's block awaits, your career laid bare
With lyrical anesthesia, I'll put you to sleep
Magnificent Butcher, your soul I'll forever keep.
[Priest]
From the catacombs of thought, Killah Priest emerges
A lyrical mortician, crafting rhymes like dirges
"The Magnificent Butchers," we carve scriptures with our tongues
Words like sacred blades, our verses eternally sung
In this abattoir of rhyme, I dissect the divine
Philosophical incisions, revelations intertwine
I butcher illusions, expose the truth's raw essence
Slaughter ignorance with every potent sentence
My flow is a sacrificial ritual, ancient and profound
Eviscerating falsehoods, leaving no lies to be found
I'm the high priest of hip-hop, my words a sacred rite
Unveiling the mysteries, bringing darkness to light
So kneel before the altar, witness the lyrical bloodletting
As I conjure verses, ethereal and unsettling
I'm the architect of apocalypse, the harbinger of doom
Magnificent Butcher, my rhymes forever entomb.
[Killa Sin]
Killa Sin, the lyrical butcher, stepping up to the plate
"The Magnificent Butchers," we ain't here to debate
We here to decimate, obliterate, leave you in a state
Of shock and awe, as our rhymes detonate
My flow is a massacre, a symphony of violence
Verbal assault and battery, no time for silence
I'm the apex predator, the king of the jungle
Spitting venom, leaving rappers in a bundle
Like a surgeon with a chainsaw, I dissect the beat
Rhymes jagged and raw, like cuts of meat
I'm the butcher of Brooklyn, the terror of the streets
My words are weapons, leaving your ego in defeat
So step into my slaughterhouse, if you think you're tough
But be warned, my rhymes are rough, rugged, and gruff
I'll hang your career on a hook, like a carcass of beef
Killa Sin, the Magnificent Butcher, causing grief.
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