| Check it, yo, yo
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| I was unearthed, the womb gave birth
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| Partitioned to submission, forced to dwell in hell’s kitchen
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| I lived contaminated for months
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| Stalkin fresh was a casual hunt, peep the game
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| Waitin for a stray pass-byer
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| Grab the motherfucker burn him set him on fire
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| I’ve been insane since exchange of rings
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| That the docs in autops', tried to prevent to stop
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| Biologically I breathe, a rebel
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| Psychologically havin fights with the devil
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| Wakin up with gashes, deep river slashes
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| Hearin the talkin of the motherfucker burned to ashes
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| Scared to sleep, fearin committin a sin
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| Stuck my eyelid and brow with a safety pin
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| Feelin myself lifted yet seein myself, still sittin
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| Evil has become my faith — I’m slippin
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| Yo, from the first day, that I burst through the skin of a virgin
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| I was cursed by sin
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| A mammal of the sea
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| Pops named John Samuel Berkeley, out of his nuts came me
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| True indeed I had soul, even as a tadpole
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| Grab hold of an egg, just to have a mole
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| Grew up surrounded by darkness and blood
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| Swimmin in the cut like Noah in the flood
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| EH AH AH AH AH! |
| Drama! |
| Devils attack me inside my MOMMA!
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| This caused trauma
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| While I was growin up she was throwin up
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| It got worse — it’s how I met the doc and the nurse
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| They took an X-ray, kept it to the next DAY
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| To figure out the best way to posess ME
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| Trapped in a pool of impurity
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| Without security, nearly ruined me
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| No immunity, to the curse yet
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| I saw the Earth sweatin, as poppa prayed on the church step
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| In the place where they worship
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| As the nurse crept I got mad nervous
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| Tossin turnin, fightin to awake
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| I woke up with a scream, strapped to the stake
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| Blood drippin like rain, excruciatin pain
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| Loosin my grip; |
| episode of «Tales From the Crypt»
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| Seein faces of death had me shortness of breath
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| Fallin through the rabbit hole that collapsed my chest
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| Blood spillin, inside survive like a villain
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| Killin life, tortorous as Vincent Prince
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| Tried to run got caught then I lost my tongue
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| Barrels of dead corpse beatin my head like a drum
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| Summoned to scotch your head, let’s figure
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| They guided my light, I came back a Gravedigga
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| The prophet — enhanced by these deadly concoctions
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| Killin evil that lurk in the dirt, is our only option
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| Four hundred years in the pits we dwell
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| And for every drop of blood you will burn in hell, devil
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| Yo, pain builds my character
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| Deranged cancer cell begin to damage my shell
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| Tissues begin to swell
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| A human pin-cushion needles begin pushin
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| Through my, melanin color, blood begins gushin
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| Hunger — pain is, fed through my veins
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| Tryin to maintain body and brain under strain
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| Belly bein drained from my nose through a catheter
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| To maintain my stamina, game is high caliber
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| Flashback my dossier file before the hospital
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| Lots’ll pay a pile of cheddar to see me rock my style
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| Got lots of smiles from man woman and child
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| A Gravedigga here runnin wild like the Nile
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| Ghetto, X-File, the horrorcore bringers
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| City morgue singers, new rap era beginners
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| Four years out of seven I remember tourin
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| And this year I’m measurin my urine |