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I keep straining my ears to hear a sound |
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Maybe someone is digging underground |
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Or have they... |
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Yo man mother fuckers are clowns man; hip-hop's too nice |
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It's too pretty |
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What are you gonna do to it necro? |
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Take a razor, and slice it! |
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Yo peep this shit like this |
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Kill the head kill the body and knows who i'ma ruin |
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When i float like a dead body and sting like peroxide on moons |
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I'm rolling a fatty like death is coming believe it |
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Recognize the chain of command i deliver the pain you're receiving |
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Brain washing has officially begun |
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Kid you peep a psycho holding a butcher knife dancing like reruns |
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It's raining, as god pisses on earth |
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I drop bile like a vagina dismisses on birth |
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Devour my shower that's golden |
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I'm puffing the sacks golden |
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Smolden the flesh that holding the fresh cancer infested colon |
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How can i make my point to you fools? |
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I'll drop a dead a&r off a roof and on his chest it says necro rules |
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I'm above the constitution |
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My shit stays bubbled like light burned flesh |
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My rhymes are acid on clorox solution |
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Your eyes are blinded once the acid hits |
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You'll be blinded like rosie o'donnell jumped up 10 feet in the air and |
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Flashed her tits |
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Life is shady g |
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In 1976 my parents created me |
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I've been flipping since 1983 |
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I always took pain as a game |
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When i was 6 i cracked my head open and looked in the mirror to see my brain |
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Wonder why i'm like an icicle? |
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At 5 i was hit by a car riding my tricycle |
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A hit and run son |
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Mad young in the hospital receiving stitches |
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Making me vicious |
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Peeping cretons with mephisto in their eyes made me suspicious |
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Running through glen in pj's as a young buck |
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I didn't dance that fresh i burnt ants to death. |
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Taste me you will see more is all you need dedicated to how i'm killing you |
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You're unhealthy your a felon po checks your bladder |
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You're an addict; if you beat me i'll deliver you dead on a platter |
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The customer's always right but this time the customers left |
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On a stretcher gasping for breath |
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Cipher flows like rolly polly |
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Kill yourself slowly plus you're already dead if you're homely |
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So bitch, there's a little red dot on your skull so prey |
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Most of new york's population is filled with metal patients |
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Pretending to be normal, pretending to be mental patients |
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Got them raping by the pile |
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Watch out for goons of bile infested with smiles and dreams of molesting |
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Your child |
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You got a black glock with the extra clip when shit is thick |
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You gotta punch a kid dead in the nose if he ever tries to front and dis |
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You need to puff a bag of dro's when listening to brutal shit like this |
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You gotta rock a lambskin with the spermicidal for a nasty bitch |
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Make sure your girl's syphilis is clean before i slide my tongue up |
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And i, don't you dare ruin my dinner |
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My ventriloquism hits you like ism |
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Sprayed with raid mixed with pissim mixed blades butcher with sadism |
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I rip your gat when i twist my wrists |
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1 finger, 2 finger, 3 fingers, 4 fingers fuck it the whole fists |
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Ran up your wife's ass gets murdered type fast |
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Blast scum up your bc masks |
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And dirty flash pipes flash |
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Pulling and coming in side like sluts like kimberly drumming |
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You know the steez, i slay my prey |
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Day by day |
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Kill yourself, on some euthanasia shit |
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Rocking tim's on razor on the tip |
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Today's the day to flip on a decapitation tip |
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I'm fascinated with |
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Leaving you lacerated split on point like an assassination hit your not |
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Some one to have patients with |
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I'm better off |
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Letting off |
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Two clips at you face set it off |
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To decide is better off |
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Dead it off |
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Inject 'till you feel correct |
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Feel the effects of my hex |
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Force you to have sex with techs |
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Chopped at funeral next |
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Buy my poison i got triple six in my beeper |
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I talk to my self cause giving my own self therapy is cheaper |
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The violence hits you like a spliff spreading some holy pop |
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Penetrate your skull like an obituary slowly we ride |
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You'll soon be fractions and numerators |
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Of a denominator when i play dominator |
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When you're dead with brains and bomb grenades |
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Keeping vietnam through vader |
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Futuristic butcher cd bomb cremator |
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Your spine cracks in 3 d like imax |
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You won't be superman no more feel the pain climax |
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No anastasia, even if the doctor takes some codeine and combines crack |
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Fine pack mixed with foible boatel liquid |
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And a razor blade dime sack |
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Nothing numbs like your future thumbs |
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I threw you in a wheel chair your a plumb |
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A pebble, a worm, a snail |
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I'll be a metal patient with a red apple on thorosime when you inhale |
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Uhhhhh uhhhhhh uhhhhhh |
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Another blunt filled with dust |
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And another blunt filled |
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And another blunt filled |
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And another blunt filled with dust |
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Last week someone tried to put me in a coffin |
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That's the second time a nigger tried to kill me i'm starting to feel |
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Important |
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For some cats smile |
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Ain't their style |
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But there's something so evil |
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About seeing a murderous smile with vile |
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Gore is a tattoo on your mind, suicide is a laxative |
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It will eat you up inside like you swallowed maggots by accident |
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I mean line to main-tain i'm fighting the biggest fight in my life |
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You got a black glock with the extra clip when shit gets thick |
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You gotta punch a kid dead in the nose if he ever tries to front and dis |
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You need to puff a bag of drones when listening to brutal shit like this |
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You gotta rock a lambskin with the spermacide for a nasty bitch |
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You fucking dirt bags |
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Repeat till fade |
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I keep straining my ears to hear a sound |
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Maybe someone is digging underground |