Corrección Letra Norman Bates vs Jack Torrance par Freshy Kanal

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Rap Battle!
Norman Bates!
Vs!
Jack Torrance!

(Ehem) Would you mind not throwing a fit in my business
With that grimace you don't lay a welcome mat
From what I've witnessed
I've known some sh*tty role models
Your obsession brought your slaughter
Now I'll make this the part two of ridding frantic frivolous fathers!
So Kubrick screwed his train of thought
And cooked a different mad plot
Now the author of this author is flooding his floors with bad blood!
My footsteps are what my plan brought
With all the friends that I have lost
While your path froze your guts to death;
I'll check you in as Jack Frost

A child and his mother, I've corrected the disturbance
Now they'vе sent me both cases within onе goddamn person!
It's a burden, but I guess I'm gonna have to let the storm in
You dropped the ball on the carpet?
Then f**king play with me Norman!
This spineless biased child will bring the crisis I'm divining
It only takes a lifeless mind to give your mindless life a shining (Ahh)
I'll flip you and your "stab-me-daddy-slapstick-gist"
Your spirit's like:
"Keep calm and pass the buck to mommy, she can handle this!"
You're simply full of lust, I know it makes you feel so ill
Still don't have the guts to face it so you take it out your roadkill
Now you perfectly replicate what you pin on your walls:
An empty anxious little b*t*h
That ripped his soul with what he caused

Mother, what's the plan?

Pierce this Jackoff 'til the game's won
No need for reversed writing to know Torrance is getting REDRUM'd!

You play with your work but who's feeling disturbed?
Think of more than one sentence and write it!
Are you finally willing to fight and confront
Or did I get a dull boy excited?
I know it's not my place to get involved in
But you got nothing but your avarice and despair evolving
'Til your only belief in everything you ever made
Is that the bottles you empty are gonna solve it!
And packing a weapon? Just listen
I know this whole feeling is filling your guilt
But you showered in self deprecation
And went to get stabbed by the story you built! (Augh!)
You crafted your own trial, dropped out full of wrath and envy
The labyrinth was the game, but Player One wasn't ready!

Keep your basement locked after silencing mommy?
There won't be secrets behind closed doors when here's Johnny!
Where's the light of your life? You're turning your home to hell
Peep so many holes in the wall, call it Mastur-Bates Motel
Your mom wrecked social contact within the feminine context!
I mean, how's dinner with her corpse and your oedipus complex?
It doesn't matter who you mess with
You'll stay obsessed and desperate
Your mind is your own maze and you will never find the exit!

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