| When you’re falling into this tune
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| It’s like you’re crawling into your tomb
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| Deadliest of melodies, deadliest of melodies
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| Once the wraths get a hold of your soul
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| It’s like you’re trapped and there’s nowhere to go
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| Deadliest of melodies, deadliest of melodies
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| I don’t have the thought to care, it’s off, it’s my cross to bare
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| Lost the cross I used to wear, I am cost aware
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| Partnership with darkness, we’re an awesome pair
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| Sought position, wall facing office chair
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| In the depths of hell, death for sell
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| With blood that propels from the cells and every L is extra L
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| It’s hot here, hear the sears from the dropped tears
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| Its an opera to the ears, of gospel fears
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| Hot careers, grotesque, slow deaths
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| Here is where I am nobelist and oversexed
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| It’s a whole mess of loneliness, no regrets
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| Unholiness corrosive mental Rolodex
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| I know uncertainty, personally
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| Murder uncourteously, mercilessly
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| Sole safe haven, open up my swollen heart
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| The hole greater than the sum of its broken parts
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| When you’re falling into this tune
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| It’s like you’re crawling into your tomb
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| Deadliest of melodies, deadliest of melodies
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| Once the wraths get a hold of your soul
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| It’s like you’re trapped and there’s nowhere to go
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| Deadliest of melodies, deadliest of melodies
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| I’m your worst nightmare, the reversal of Christ here
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| The only thing you seeing is the shadow and knife glare
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| Me, I ain’t the type of motherfucker to fight fair
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| Pistol grip pump, chainsaw and a pipe here
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| Y’all are pussy watered down like a light beer
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| I don’t run from it, I embrace it, I like fear
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| Texas-Chainsaw Massacre I invite fear
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| Call me Leatherface motherfucker I’m right here
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| Call me any other person that’s an evil killer
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| Pazienza Pontius Pilate, call me Jesus killer
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| Call me Richard Ramirez because he spill venom
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| I’m Mark David Chapman before he killed Lennon
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| I was studying my lessons when the Earth was seedless
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| You’re like Judas Iscariot when he murdered Jesus
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| The way my operation work is like a surgeon’s thesis
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| I’ll drink the period blood of a fucking virgin priestess
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| When you’re falling into this tune
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| It’s like you’re crawling into your tomb
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| Deadliest of melodies, deadliest of melodies
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| Once the wraths get a hold of your soul
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| It’s like you’re trapped and there’s nowhere to go
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| Deadliest of melodies, deadliest of melodies
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| Maserati Mazi
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| It’s the D.E.M.O.Z, nah homie you can’t control me
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| I pop slowly, thinking you know me
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| Slow, phoney niggas, is starring hard, like I’m looking familiar
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| If you don’t owe me, I ain’t looking to kill ya
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| Still it smell too funny
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| The plot thicken, a lot of you die snitching
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| Ligaments missing, illiterate niggas die hissing
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| Why would I wanna trade my soul for your riches and lose to the Devil?
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| I never break the rules of the ghetto
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| From borough to borough, I rep the most thoroughest city, Philly
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| The livest rhymers, pay homage 'cause I’m a survivor, you lying Demoz,
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| either you love me or hate me, hug me or snake me
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| Lately I been behaving like I ain’t got a baby
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| Maybe it’s the way my lady treat me, crazy, shady thoughts
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| Run through my head by the minute but still I play my part
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| Peace to every piece of piece of shit, my piece of work
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| Is not a piece of nothing fronting if I’m bringing peace to Earth
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| When you’re falling into this tune
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| It’s like you’re crawling into your tomb
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| Deadliest of melodies, deadliest of melodies
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| Once the wraths get a hold of your soul
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| It’s like you’re trapped and there’s nowhere to go
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| Deadliest of melodies, deadliest of melodies |