| You can taste the sacrifice, it ain’t got nothin' to do with the Antichrist
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| A massive price to pay, these aphrodites can acid rights
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| This skeptical weapon tactical method stepping with the essence of a slice of
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| life
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| My evil presence got you second guessing but I feel it right
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| But it’s enticing, I’m nice and stronger than a bison fighting
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| And I’m even colder than a cold church older than vultures that’s war
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| So they’re poaching with a Kavorkian sword
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| Mold her into an enemy that I can afford
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| The elephant in the sky you truly should not ignore
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| Sacrificial juxtapose
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| In Hell they hold the eskimos
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| Kiss your little angel toes
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| Combustable, and anything goes
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| Cradle’s mould, I pagan baby blows my dick
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| And everyone in town is crazy bro
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| I know it’s sick
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| But I didn’t create that shit
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| I hate that shit
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| Embrace that shit
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| I ate that shit
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| And erase that shit
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| Outta my brain and do it again
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| Get robbed of all my insanity
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| Can it be, randomly, selected
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| No it’s you
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| Protected by the enemy of the red, white, and blue!
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| I’m walking dead and alive
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| Earth lady, blood baby die
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| They wanna taste it, mama
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| But they the face of drama
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| An ancient state that waste away as we became piranha, no guarantees manana
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| Let’s save the earth and work to seek Nirvana
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| First thing I’mma do, the second thing on ya mind
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| Three strikes for humanity, all these people ain’t fine
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| All these dead bodies in a line up, in a system that’s jerk-ed
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| This hate we possess 'em how we stay smirking
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| The enemy stay lurking, powder it stay cooking
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| Talking it way louder, but, they lay shook-ed
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| Smelling that gunpowder, eating that clam chowder
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| How do you even doubt her?
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| Misfire, abort, savage
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| When the tots I’m ravaging constantly fight the urge
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| And it’s looking quite suburb, but no opposition emerge
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| You posture are but a nerd, I cossage you with a blur
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| Hostile, obnoxious, but I ain’t concerned
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| You saying the wordsmith
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| But the actions are cracking, smacking your lips
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| And I’m packing positivity
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| With packs in poverty, anonymous anomaly, economy
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| Out of a dire dichotomy, precise, separation advice, a slice of life! |