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04 Ikeda
02:58
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Rosario on my neck cause I'm two sided like Moka,
One half is calm but the other would probably shook ya.
Cause each bar I Spit will make you freeze like an onna,
Like mizore with a stick whose about to smoke ya.
Loyalty like a yandere, not a simulator,
So everytime a peers hurt, I'll murder their violators,
Masahiro, gambol metal poles and kitchen knifes,
Or destroy your PC like Monika, click apply.
To change, like the water once given a grain of bath salts,
Or a mixture of cough syrup, bleach and a thing of asphalt.
Metamorphosis, best to end it all with a jojo reference,
So raise dragons and thorns like Clair in the Joto preference.
Im leagues ahead of you celestial guardians, lusamine.
As we clean filth up like a pool filled with Chlorine.
Potassium, with pink sparks and flames for Hibana.
As we cook it up like orgasms, Shokugeki no soma.
With a liter of sake to smash your head, kazehana,
And fangs, six hundred fifty one bites, Tsubasa.
Hanekawa, rejection as simps yern for emilia,
Urge for shampoo and a lake to clean dirt like Ranma.
Hampered progress to become a mortal but turned to a degenerate,
For the hell of it, as waifus stagnate ones own innocence.
Resonance, Medusa heads with a reaper's scythe,
Witch pumpkin and lux Blair rose, tipsy the night.
Rejected, break souls like satsuki, ishihara,
Watari, devils on my shoulder at an izakaya.
Pour another, maybe with some tequila and bathsalts,
From the tears of Aya, crying from your own damn faults.
Ara Ara, shout out to kaho, aki and Sydsnap,
A yandere holding wrenches, disconnect your kneecaps.
To make'em sleep with bleach like number 7, nemuri,
Underwater beds are the quickest way to date mori.
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11 Watari
02:27
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Hickey's on my neck, just a romantic wreck,
Got an appoint with a counselor, Shizuka with a vest.
Oresuki, couldn’t find love from a bench,
Found it in a library, spoken kiss in French.
Sounds dumb, Digging the grave of incells,
Who hold body pillows while attempting to rebel.
Losing brain cells, interrogated by a succubus,
And hitmen with a past more ambiguous than ominous.
Idolatrous, with love live into a perfect blue,
Am I really in danger or is it all just a ruse.
Cause the memories are faded like decaying rolls of film,
Millennium actress aged like fine wine that cost a mill.
Williams Street, best place for a ship of outlaws,
Star gazing, Aisha here to break your fuckin jaw.
Standing tall, inscriptions like the stabs on the back,
Miss Mystic, scars build trauma that reflect the past.
A hikkikomori, Deviants love drinking forties,
To drown sorrow from a break up that ended real dirty.
It's nasty, a cheating housewife making dojinshi’s,
While hanging wall scrolls of future diaries to be edgy.
Lord Teddy, lloyd’s symphony to tell the tale,
Of women wearing panties and velvet stockings to set sail.
On the trail, no blood on the tracks for this ghost shit,
Hot shit, detective Lynne on the case, Ghost Trick.
A phantom, thieves or detectives, got a stolen heart,
From axes to whips, they’re all a work of art.
Which slowly grows apart, personas turned prudent,
Crossed in tag battles, arcana chariot hellbent.
Tremulously pull sheets, you delirious little lamb,
The only ways to obtain bread is through chaturbate, onlyfans,
Damn, 24/7 streams, milking simps to the heavens,
Probably need a milfy nun or a sadistic trite reverend. (Bible Black)
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08 Onogi
03:42
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Blades on my neck, and fruits of immortality,
Duality, from a goddess to my own morality.
Honestly, with Rin, daughters of mnemosyne,
Tsunderes control fate, stayed atrocities.
Adultery, play keys for the nightmares,
Its coming up, climbing blocks if you dare.
To deal with marriage and the wrath of one’s sin,
From demons, Ishtar and two Catherines.
Intend with pride, as honor killed the samurai,
We did what we must with everything turned just,
Like def jux, birds of the same feather turned to rust,
In hopes to be Annie, to be diamond encrust.
Are you ok? Cause you're truly out of luck,
If it was Kakegurui, you'd probably have it rough.
Like a dump truck, trash cans are where you belong,
Oreimo manga sensei, man this feels wrong.
Unlocked, cosmic voids, best to take it all back,
So incredible, gunships best to aim, must attack.
Like a modern tenchi muyo,
Snatching jewels and bape, space pirates, Ryoko.
Players in Kyoto, like prayers on kotos,
Within Midnight tapes, nocturnal noises for an Outro.
What a mouthful, conquering red dragons like Kobayashi,
Adding waifus to harems is easier like tamagotchi.
Chidori, lightning that pierce the hearts of many,
Perfect lighting, dark whispers in ears qith envy.
And lust, point blank sharpshooter like Hawkeye,
Carrier pigeons with automail, smuggled waifus, senpai.
Figures, break the box like bird cages, hard boiled,
Vision decree for ammunition, raiden shogun,
Wielding shotguns, swordsmanship that'll rain blood,
Horror craze, decapitated head flung up above.
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Ryoko
01:36
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00 Kurata
02:55
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Books on my neck, held near my earlobe,
Cause my voice is known for placing knowledge like potholes.
With a bottle of Moscato, while fighting my inner demons,
Surrounded by books, bookhead, Yumiko readmen.
But without a mouth, there's no need to scream,
This ain't 1984, blinded high beams, Christine.
With sailors who fell from grace and drowned at sea,
Apparitions tell fates, romantic bliss, mizuki.
With stars, Izumi, break bars like chun li,
The fun be, caked, tars as she run thee,
MC, got women playing poles like litchi,
Aunty, full of tapes, uploaded to tell a story.
Royalty to smuts, kuroinu on my watchlist.
With a mother and daughter, controlled by this misfit.
Sicflics, nymphos addicted to the euphoria,
No blindfolds on, drip bleach in the Cornea.
Boasted gears, turn your skull red like rias,
Or smack you so hard, we be screaming Bueno dias.
Dance graves like Chika, ugly brash mockery,
Grab predators to bust their teeth, smashed dignity.
Integrity, no math rap stories, this is war,
Murder that ugly bastard as they get it on the floor.
With a floorboard, or a nailed in two by four,
No wonderland, but a Deadman choked by his own chord.
With pianos, wired in like its Evangelion,
The don, with Revy and Roberta to lean on.
So drown with the fishes in lagoons with your mistress,
And clean up affairs in households at the red light district.
With a stolen buick, brave enough to be a yankee,
Gokusens and delinquents, don't mess with Adachi,
With Tai chi, motherfuckers choke on some fuckin mochi,
As the final things you'll see are spirals and tomie, uzumaki.
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91 Takeuchi
02:49
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Crystals on my neck, sailed the moon like usagi,
Drinking fuuki sake, eating sushi off your body.
Citing hentai, probably the best way to explain it,
Instead of cursed manhwas, close curtains as the rain hits.
Don't be shy, cause all pleasure is ethereal,
Whisper in your ears, balanced perversion, acquittal.
Internal, confliction like finales and confessions.
Emissions of jealousy from school days and rejections.
Who'd knew, that a Harem ain't the best to find love,
So gotta connect through plugs and members of the club.
Literature and above, with time traveller we install,
My enemies can only write SOS on the walls.
Bang, say the name, blindfolded for the hit,
Makima, firing squad, chainsaws, turned to bits.
Power, taking thrones in the 21st century,
Showered, from blood through my dark twisted fantasy.
Subliminal, surf the net with a playstation,
Stuck in your lain, wired up with imitations.
No limitations, gimmicks to aesthetic,
So you better call on mercy cause you probably need a medic.
Hectic, husbandos shown on your reddit,
Intolerable because these artists can barely edit.
With no credit, never give an art thief adobe photoshop,
Like giving fake rappers cracked pro tools at the backlot.
But if you fuck it up, best to believe it’s karma,
Can’t take it up in court, with whips for drama.
Call the court joker, or maybe a phantom theif,
Cause Catherine is causing nightmares to put cheaters at ease.
Like waifus getting dick drunk till her eyes roll,
Upwards, vanilla cream, bath salts in your nostrils.
Like dropouts, couldn’t figure out what the future holds,
So they throw it all away to become a nympho keyhole.
Rolls Royce, Sonoshee, crossing the redline,
Pop a cherry boy hunter, from the back every time.
Lyrically asinine, I’m just messing with ya’ll motives,
Like Nagataro chilling with Senpai, turning hopeless.
Quote this, “let us put some salt in this bitch”,
Blending S’s and hoes, shove a colt in this bitch.
45 girlfriends, got 55 more to go,
A housewife whose method of heroism is to get down low.
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15 Nekoguchi
02:57
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Kendo stick to the neck, you've already accept,
The openings you've noticed but you couldn't confess.
Distress, women that you should've protect,
Amano, moral support you should never have let.
Go, no childhood friends, destroy what's left,
Weaponized violins, gunslingers repent.
Vengeance, hard to die without a killer's consent,
Cold stares, Henrietta spray bullets to wreck.
Space operas and mechs, gundam wings to franxxs,
Unit 02, Rei, Asuka in the tank.
But to be so frank, no saints, voice so faint,
Taint, like a canvas thats covered in blackpink.
Skullduggery from nuns, parasols and parasites,
Luxury for some as others feel high.
Once Akano, but sprayed red like a kite,
Schoolgirls with arms, living longer to fight.
Prayers to the goddess, Chisato Hasegawa,
Beauty comparable to diamond jewels from ghana.
With Shingeki no shama, blade burst into flames,
Like Nezuko's veins, demon blood set ablaze.
Cut Chemist with samples for the exodus,
Akame ga kill, sword users we manifest,.
While sharpening bars like liquid swords,
With blood made blades, Ryuko, can't afford,
The skills contain prestige like Jade,
Rule kings and queens, Mira Yoo, second phase.
With skills, graceful moonlit scenes with onnas,
Aggressive like oxens in battles, king Uma.
Red bull, Got wings like a galaxy angel.
Far away, loading the clip like forte.
While drinking a forty with vodka like ranpha,
This shit is so hard it's like learning katakana.
Wielding fans like Kitana, with’em kicks like Sonya,
Blades clash shields, battle cries, Morgiana.
Echo tundras, heavenly winds from Elma,
The strength of a goddess, Grand order, Lucoa.
Oranged hair Osana, rejected Takamiya,
Golden Times gone, loop it back, suzumiya.
Endless, debating chaco cornets comically,
Honestly, all these moe girls will be the end of me.
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