| Let’s play Dungeons & Dragons on mushrooms & acid
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| Like Ricky Kasso, smoke angel dust & kill these hippie assholes
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| Light the chemicals ablaze — Relevance appraised
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| Venomous exchange of terrorist acclaim — Inheritance of hate
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| Severed heads of state in a parade of chanting Satanists
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| Acts of heinousness are sprinkled on our plates like bacon bits
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| Swallow while you raise your fist in protest
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| Your true emotions camoflagued like God
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| It’s convenient like Amazon.com
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| & we’re all guilty as charged or just simply involved
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| Often brainwashed by quick money, loose women & cars
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| But maybe that’s the way we’re meant to be
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| Ignorant mutants for nukes
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| Trapped in a matrix ruled by shooters in suits
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| I think we’re more than that, I’ll quarterback
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| Time to clean our house & take our corner back
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| Put a message in the music — This is more than Rap
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| Or at the very least, it could be & it should be
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| So I gotta pay it forward cos I learned alot from Chuck D
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| & Henry Rollins — College was an empty promise for me
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| Music’s influence was way more honest to me
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| Or maybe that’s just my excuse
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| Because I dropped outta high school at 14 to pursue music
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| It was all a dream
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| Live in a still from the worst movie ever’s worst scene
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| Antagonists stand proudly in the stench of all their dirt sheen
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| Looks like God and them forgot to take their happy pills again, scream
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| Cos every sheisen eater from your nightmares getting top cream
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| Mud is the name you been given — Shit is for dinner
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| Your average beginner might wanna take a fetal position
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| I feel that, nothing’s promised but static & dirty conscience
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| Or waking up like the dawn is the start of another problem that’s real fact
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| Trust me the dustedest type of function’s you having to sit there
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| Grumbling while dummies run the discussion
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| So I’m a master of the numb it down drown the voices choice
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| Every drug invented got attention from me, desperate to avoid the noise
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| & I never learned a fuckin thing except I don’t know fuckin shit
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| All that I ever had was madness & the luck to get the chance to spit & I’ll
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| take that
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| Cos by my calculations that’s as good as any day job
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| Thought I told you that I’m fucked, why you suprised I always stay hard |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Severed Heads Of State , by - Ill Bill. Song from the album The Grimy Awards, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп