| Reklews on the production
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| Alright
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| Are you ready for some fucking horrific horror style bars yeh
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| Alright check this
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| Yo i feel like i lost my name
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| Hop scotch across the lane
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| Knocking back the scotch
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| Then i watch the clock dot to dot
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| Flooded out my crusty vains
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| I am in love with pain
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| Clugging at my fucking vains
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| Cut 'em out, wrap 'em round my neck
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| Then i dangle like a dead slave
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| On rusty chains
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| Break the neck of Mary Jane
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| Punch you in your fucking face
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| Straight 'til my knuckle breaks
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| Death is your only fate
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| Belt buckles in a state
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| Day break face
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| Then you hear it say come again
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| Suffocate my face
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| Then i wake as another brain
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| Blood thirsty renegade
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| Blazed raiding everyway
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| Different place on different days
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| I’m twisted like the ripper mate
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| First name Jack
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| So i come here to devastate
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| I levitate and meditate
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| Depending if your ill with phrase
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| Im ripping out your inderds mate
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| The beat i muffled
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| Then i scrape the plate until there’s not a trace ah
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| That’s the way i got to deal with fakes
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| I’m wheeler then still within the blade
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| And flowing iller than the plague
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| And that’s the way i’m fucking built to stay
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| I build a jail like Harley mate
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| I’m darker than your nastiest nightmare
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| I’m right there with a frighting scare
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| Grow on my shoulder move over
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| Or get rolled over in a bulldozer
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| These dudes ain’t kosher
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| So its standard i roll with the Stanley B
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| Get close to my chest like my family
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| When i’m rapping that tar from my lungs |