| Sorcerer beard, doom metal soundtracks
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| The officer bewared shoot up with they moms at
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| Embrace your Satan
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| Take it back to when John Hinckley sprayed up Reagan
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| Hey yo my bathtub ghetto work out decompose mucus
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| Sit bank Hank with ten to twelve in the casket like Frank Lucas
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| Shank Judas cause yo the Torah be the holy sect
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| All you bags of suppliers jupe a pussy like Richard Speck
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| Blood splattered sunglasses, guns blasted, dust, ashes
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| Funerals and young caskets, baby gangsters, dumb bastards
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| Live fast run past us
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| Smile now cry after assassin’s shoot up what you love with a smile laughing
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| Medina frozen nose like dope from P. King
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| Get your neck sawed off with a broken blade like Jay Sebring
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| Post-mortem I hit ‘em with ice trays ‘til the body’s frozen
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| A thousand sleeves of that raw, I got my lobby open
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| That crazy heady rap angel dust and the hourglass
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| The blowjobs from seventy-two virgins like Taliban
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| Action packed acid rap’s backs like a savage
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| When the ratchet clap barrels blast to pierce you like a arrow shaft
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| The mac is greater
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| Laugh when you go down like a sack of potatoes
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| Shook a steel cage '82 when he pulled the tazer
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| Smile now die later, 700 horse power
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| '81 Trans-Am, they makin' punches for the horse powder
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| No, no, no, not yet, not yet, don’t pass out on me yet!
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| You rotten wanker ! |
| Do we understand each other?
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| If you care what happens to the girl you better answer me, all right?
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| Now listen to me carefully… I.-I've changed my mind, I’m going to let her
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| die! |
| I just wanted you to know that |