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Grand Regent Thragg (Invincible Uk Drill Rap)
Pureojuice
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The death of any Viltrumite leaves a void in me
That's a moment of silence, I pre-mourn my enemy
Said dead Viltrumites were void in me, but I'm still adding to the vacancy
Get back gang, I'm sliding for Argall, turn Thaedus to space debris
These hands really are guaranteed grave, that's T-H-R-A-G-G
We can bend your block or let ops bleed, A-O-P
Really, really had no choice, his punches felt like a gentle breeze
Post-traumatic stress disorder, I gave him PTSD
He got pressed by me and he's blinking his eyes, hoping this ain't reality
Show me
Is this the guy that murdered Conquest?
He punched me and his hand got broken
I'm not impressed
Our power gaps like Debby and Nolan
I had Usain Gracing Bolt-ing
He's lucky I left him floating
I had him filming final goodbyes, knowing I'm his opponent
Gave Thaedus a haircut, zero on the top from the neck up
Squeezed his head, tomato ketchup
I killed him too quick, that had me pissed off (pissed)
But I took my time with Nolan, then I wore him like a wristwatch
He entered like a meteor, left like a rocket, I made him lift off
I'm a Viltrumite to a Viltrumite, I showed Oliver I live up to the hype
His dad told him not to solo the fight, but a bug is drawn to the light (insect)
That half-breed's not one of us, backhand exposed his esophagus
Even Fatimah stayed at home and she got more kills, he's so useless
That's a moment of silence, I pre-mourn my enemy
Said dead Viltrumites were void in me, but I'm still adding to the vacancy
Get back gang, I'm sliding for Argall, turn Thaedus to space debris
These hands really are guaranteed grave, that's T-H-R-A-G-G
We can bend your block or let ops bleed, A-O-P
Really, really had no choice, his punches felt like a gentle breeze
Post-traumatic stress disorder, I gave him PTSD
He got pressed by me and he's blinking his eyes, hoping this ain't reality
We are here
Didn't dodge the Infinity Ray 'cause only my barber's cutting me
On my 18th birthday, my parents gave me cake, didn't bother jumping me (pussy)
I asked him if he betrayed me-(spoken: I will not)-I still slimed him after
Suspicion alone is enough if I have to ask, there's no right answer (none)
The purge killed tumors, anyone that died's a cancer
Gotta catch it early, that kid got stomped before he became a factor
It's propaganda when they call us colonists (propaganda)
We only tax 25 percent in lives for being rebellious, Argall was generous (kind)
The Scourge Virus was genocide, we never deserved it (we didn't)
If we died, it'd have no purpose, so we freed all of our servants (we're so kind)
A coalition of bums that's still bums, fuck the power of friendship (fuck that)
Intergalactic Nazi, we have the superior genetics
That's a moment of silence, I pre-mourn my enemy
Said dead Viltrumites were void in me, but I'm still adding to the vacancy
Get back gang, I'm sliding for Argall, turn Thaedus to space debris
These hands really are guaranteed grave, that's T-H-R-A-G-G
We can bend your block or let ops bleed, A-O-P
Really, really had no choice, his punches felt like a gentle breeze
Post-traumatic stress disorder, I gave him PTSD
He got pressed by me and he's blinking his eyes, hoping this ain't reality
(Is it time?)
We are Viltrumites
We are without end
All is ours (all is ours)