As a complete opposite to Dirty Pockets‘ last video, Pure Evil shoes this West Midlands based artist at his nastiest and on the marching beat he’s taking out MCs left, right and centre.
Beat produced by: Dirty Pockets under the guise of Brokenmovementbeats
Guilty Orphans
- https://www.instagram.com/guilty_orphans/
- https://guiltyorphans.bandcamp.com/
- https://www.facebook.com/effortlessproductions
- https://soundcloud.com/bagga-bones
Lyrics
Im back to kill these rappers been summoned im coming for your blood, hope has been repressed im one of the best its understood your stiff like wood my flow so killer im iller than great, Ormond street fuck with me you’ll catch me hiding preying on you like halal meat, take a seat son while I speak there feeling weak like bridges cracked, bars are stacked compressed compact you’ll loose in a battle that’s fact, im the darkest form of evil we’ll kill you like Richard Ramirez, shredding up your body like you’ve been attacked by 2 black Bears missing screws upstairs I don’t care I been dope an sick with this, since the prince been touching kids an peados been in the movies, can’t move me im a force make em naussiece motion sickness, my blade of choice is sharpened katanas an leave no witness, I rip this unlimited fitness end up on my hit list, just one wish just one fist to smash ya till your face squish, yeah, guilty orphans were too ill don’t try tamper with the skill you might jus get yourself killed
roadblocks disruption im a pain like kidney eruption, distracting your attention, like government, corruption, abduction, these slimey streets providing heat with smack rat in conjunction let me function, im down for a lyrical war, your recording quality’s poor, you ain’t my level don’t play with the devil I’ll hammer you into the floor,, I’m dope beyond belief you ain’t heard, the best of me im ocean deep still full of wisdom, said goodnight an kissed em inject cyanide in your system, improved since toxic viscum, my flows so dirty nasty an vile my shit taste sweet like Tate an lyle my style been dope an wild, mashing em up like Idaho potatoes its g o, guilty orphans leaving coorpses scattered when we blow, so blow your nose with a 9ml bullet the fingers itching pull it, put me in a room with a 100 rappers I swear it’ll be a mass culling, no fucks been given since birth im one of the illest roaming the earth, got a 16 locked unstoppable when im blasting you over the curve bitch