Dive into the world of wordplay with 'Syntax Slaughter,' a high-energy trap-metal track that showcases lightning-fast lyricism and aggressive flows. This song explores the chaos of grammar and linguistic finesse, as the artist paints a vivid picture of their battle against weak wordsmiths. Perfect for fans of intricate lyricism and powerful beats, this track is an anthem for anyone who takes their words seriously.
[Intro] (Whispered with menace):
You think you’re wordy? I’m a verb-y…
Syntax sniper, conjugator, dictionary’s worst nightmare…
(Beat drops: aggressive 140 BPM trap-metal hybrid with staccato snares)
[Verse 1] (Fast, machine-gun flow):
I spit, split infinitives, hijack adjectives, detonate predicates /
Lyrical cyanide, I verbify then murderfy, you hesitate and meditate—
Too late, I syncopate then dominate, you suffocate then hyperventilate /
Syllable sniper, snipe ya, rewrite ya eulogy in cursive, then punctuate!
I’m the comma catastrophe, apostrophe apocalypse, grammar’s grim reaper /
Dictionary’s PTSD, thesaurus can’t sleep—I’m the meaning-maker,
Eat emcees like alphabet soup, spit ’em back as acrostic nightmares /
You’re a haiku, I’m a war epic—verbs like machetes, slash, slice, ensnare!
[Verse 2]
I’m vivisect, dissect, resurrect, wreck necks, flex specs /
Interject, project, eject tech, check decks—what’s next? /
I conjugate, syncopate, complicate, then accelerate—/
You’re a participle dangling, I’m the predicate that terminates! /
I’m a run-on sentence running rampant, rampage, ranting /
Antidisestablishmentarianism? Boring— I’m the action panting! /
You’re a period, I’m an ellipsis… dot-dot-dot, drop jaws /
I’m the Oxford Comma Chaos—punctuation’s fatal flaw!
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[Intro] (Whispered with menace):
You think you’re wordy? I’m a verb-y…
Syntax sniper, conjugator, dictionary’s worst nightmare…
(Beat drops: aggressive 140 BPM trap-metal hybrid with staccato snares)
[Verse 1] (Fast, machine-gun flow):
I spit, split infinitives, hijack adjectives, detonate predicates /
Lyrical cyanide, I verbify then murderfy, you hesitate and meditate—
Too late, I syncopate then dominate, you suffocate then hyperventilate /
Syllable sniper, snipe ya, rewrite ya eulogy in cursive, then punctuate!
I’m the comma catastrophe, apostrophe apocalypse, grammar’s grim reaper /
Dictionary’s PTSD, thesaurus can’t sleep—I’m the meaning-maker,
Eat emcees like alphabet soup, spit ’em back as acrostic nightmares /
You’re a haiku, I’m a war epic—verbs like machetes, slash, slice, ensnare!
[Verse 2]
I’m vivisect, dissect, resurrect, wreck necks, flex specs /
Interject, project, eject tech, check decks—what’s next? /
I conjugate, syncopate, complicate, then accelerate—/
You’re a participle dangling, I’m the predicate that terminates! /
I’m a run-on sentence running rampant, rampage, ranting /
Antidisestablishmentarianism? Boring— I’m the action panting! /
You’re a period, I’m an ellipsis… dot-dot-dot, drop jaws /
I’m the Oxford Comma Chaos—punctuation’s fatal flaw!