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[   SONG: Human vs. Rapper    ]
[  ALBUM: Manhunt the Mixtape ]
[ ARTIST: Hyper Sniper        ]
[   YEAR: 2007                ]
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 (verse 1)

i get a first down and blow your whole defense
turn the globe slow then we go to cold seasons
got your head tipped back with nose bleedin
slow breathin with your throat squeezin, oh jesus!
cold cock ya, blose that nose off ya
with the loaded glock aimed at your dome proper
that's some more dollars for the po watcher
celebrate with 4 shots of the Goldschlager
life is a rat race. i got traps laid
you come in last place with a back brace
and a sad face full of mad shame
gats spray
put em outside in a black crate on trash day
you get flipped the fuck over like pancakes
kicked in the balls till you lose mayonaisse
how's that feel? well i can't say
but i could describe exactly how a scab taste. and that's great.
you get a slashed face
like a blind man's shave without the band-aids
and just think: while you been lettin this track play
i been sending mailbombs to your fan base
even eyesight with closed eyelids and blinded iris could see that i shine the brightest
i'm the nicest guy with 9 clips
at his side, thighs and hips, blastin like it's Time Crisis
my assignment, supply designs for lyrical wordplay devices cold as icy climates
knives might slice your spine if you try to bite this
my rhymes break your mind from behind like a hymen


 (hook)

back up man the mad thug has come back from kansas with a handgun
back up man the savage has come back from kansas with a handgun
back up man the mad thug has come back from kansas with a handgun
back up man the strapped up savage has guts stacked up in a sack lunch


 (verse 2)

it's like i'm half human, half rapper
which one wins if the crowd's only half clapping?
imagine that
you wack bastards put out raps
that get downloaded half as fast as the savage
i'll hand this man a pipebomb with the match stick
slap him hard to spin the planet off its axis
fuck acting class, i'm a hack n' slash savage
half your body needs half a casket
i'm laughin. rated M for mature, graphic
spatula smackin your back, where my napkins? i've had it
damn it i'm attackin that ass
like wrath of the black manta's back for the action
don't doubt it. you get snatched out the shower,
drug to the outskirts of town, gagged and bound
in an old house. now you real loud
through your bloody mouth shoutin "how could sam houser allow this?"


 (hook)