| I’m on a killing spree
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| The Cantonese, torturing
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| Painting a picture with a paintbrush in water color of genies
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| Holding the key, vitality
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| It’s all you need, if you’re a different being
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| It will be a different color when you bleed
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| Accurately punctured from needles in you nervous system
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| Are like the seaman, not water soluble
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| Because of the attributes of yin yang is dual
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| When I cut you simultaneously like whang killing you too quickly
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| If I were to bang, witness thee, I hang you in aqua
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| Sending electric shocks to open up all your chakras
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| And when I do, the all set
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| That will biochemically plant water beads on your brain
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| While putting salt water on open wounds to have you in pain
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| Suf- Suf- Suffer Chinese water torture, my word is water
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| Four score, the verbal hologram is verbal war
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| Chinese water torture into your molecular structure
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| Ancient scholars wondering where they’ve seen us
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| Babylon’s hanging gardens and the temple of Artemis
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| The Hologram crushing you to grains of sand
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| Lawnmower man, computer generated battles of the unseen hand
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| Internal bleeding, I bed my seeding with deadly arrows
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| Fly like sparrows, and get destroyed by the army of the pharaohs
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| Cyborg, to the womb
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| Alive where you will see traveling loons from
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| The ancient palace, the ancient chalice
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| Mystical like aurora borealis
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| The palace of pain, y’all kicked up in flame
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| Half Abel, half Caine, get slain by the verbal flame
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| Bring forth the sights of Anunnaki Elohim
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| Image of the 24 lead supreme
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| ripping out your spleen
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| Distributing gangrene throughout your team
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| Lord of the rings brings deadly hologramic dreams
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| Word up
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| And my basement’s an arrangement of different torture devices
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| Suf- Suf- Suffer Chinese water torture, my word is water
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| And my basement’s an arrangement of different torture devices
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| Suf- Suf- Suffer Chinese water torture, my word is water
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| You hear the pounding in your head
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| When I hit the disc gong, the vibrations will start circulation
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| Of gongs, the body’s meridians and everything
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| That has pores, even obsidian
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| With the creek moisture and this part of your torture
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| I’ll anoint ya with libations pouring liquids and cleanse
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| And you’ll feel as if you were diving in the ocean
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| And caught the bends
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| The elements of the seas to cure all disease
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| Now tell me if you’re unpleased
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| I’ll treat you like a dog and never wash off your fleas
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| Have you waiting 'till I fill your bowels
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| With a fish bowl full of frenzying and hungry sea monkeys
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| Suffering from internal mange
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| You’ll have to consult to the I Ching for change
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| Look in the mirror of the soul to see exactly where the flaws be
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| Leaving your squad dead on the side of the road like Ennis Cosby
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| The Hologram eliminating the Earth’s population
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| Matrix field bases of organic manipulation
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| Ikon dwell in the forest like the Ewoks
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| We rot for following the prophetic books of Enoch
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| The treetops hang over your cipher like a ninja
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| Within the perimeters of the disagreeable sinner
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| And my basement’s an arrangement of different torture devices
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| Suf- Suf- Suffer Chinese water torture, my word is water
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| And my basement’s an arrangement of different torture devices
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| Suf- Suf- Suffer Chinese water torture, my word is water
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| Gently drip single droplet of water upon his forehead
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| And feel him spoke |