| I’m coming out from inside the walls like asbestos
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| A ghost disappearing and reappearing when least most expected
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| I yank kids on there own bloods when the monster
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| I’m a monster, responsible for missing camp counsellors
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| I’m analyzing bio-rhythms, leaving my victims with incisions
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| My sensory sees catastrophic visions
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| Over the image of Jehovah I burn sulphur
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| In retrospect I infect your innards just like an ulcer
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| Then I twist facial features like Rocky Dennis, when I menace
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| It’s horrendous, my bloody appetite’s tremendous
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| Enormous, watch the metamorphosis, stickin' snitches through orifices
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| Remorseless are my thoughts, when I cut your corpse
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| I dabble in the arts that are forbidden
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| Leaving carcasses after carcass, maggots within regardless
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| I’m a psychopathologist, pathologically I exist
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| Infamous, but with a twist
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| Run for your life
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| Reports provided by department of forensics
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| Reveal nothing reminiscent murder on these premises
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| The only evidence being the body
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| No fingerprints or murder weapons located
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| But still they follow me
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| Constantly I’m under surveillance
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| Numerous, federal agencies provide the whole police their interference
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| So now there’s all types of pigs bleeding hemoglobin
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| Left in my place and frozen solid from head to their toes and
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| Pieces of people I take and then I reanimate
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| Beyond the gates, I can see the bloody face of Sharon Tate
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| I make you submit when I dominate
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| Nothing you could ever do can restrain my campaign of hate
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| I measure my pleasure by the amount of pain
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| I inflict during your torture, officer I make you suffer
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| So listen
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| I’m giving you five minutes to flee
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| Here’s a butcher knife
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| Motherfucker, run for your life!
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| I vaccinate sockets with lip bloods, like if I was to flip once
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| I snag a body bag them dirty fucking cunts
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| Shooting chemicals directly into my jugular — look around
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| Shits getting uglier and uglier
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| Spinning' within my hyperbaric chamber
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| Nothing short of a bloody rusty razor
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| Fingerprinting could stop my behaviour
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| Generally, and federally
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| Etcetera, etcetera, shooting Storm Troopers like dead era
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| I emphasize like emphysema
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| Every word I speak creeps up in your bloodstream like Leukemia
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| I instigate mutilation
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| Under federal investigation escaping police stations
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| Taking all types of narcotics made to enhance my optics
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| Unlocking consciousness when I pop acid trips
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| And want to kill the pigs (here piggy piggy, here piggy piggy)
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| Unlocking consciousness to let the razor rip open my wrist |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Run for Your Life '94, artist - Ill Bill. Album song The Early Years: Rare Demos '91-'94, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп