| The murder hadn’t occurred to me, burgundy wasn’t burgundy
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| Purposely earth to me like a virgin who giving birth to me
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| Incircumy that you would consider uttering words to me
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| Nervously urging me to keep killing and killing perfectly
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| Certainly third degree burns followed by having surgery
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| When he deffered to me, he was poisoned by drinking mercury
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| Hurdling over things that are currently in my periphery
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| It’s all a blur to me, I was never sensing the urgency
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| Never sensing emergency, never sensing the thrill
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| Never sensing the certainty, never searching to kill
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| Was never searching, everything was done in the name of wicked
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| The brothers name was indifferent, the hunger pain wasn’t lifted
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| There was Satan, black wings and a man made pedestal
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| The only fucking rapper can see me is my identical
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| Another story, another chapter, another parable
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| I miss making music with Stoupe, cause he incredible
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| Vocally none of y’all are approaching me or come close to me
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| Hopefully you’re aware that you only holding my groceries
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| Openly holding the only opening in the hope to me
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| Provoking me is only gonna result in a choking spree
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| Supposedly I was sent by holiness that’s unknown to me
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| Loaning me Book of Law without Aleister Crowley owning me
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| Globally do things that you only could dream of locally
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| I son you motherfuckers like you was peddling dope for me
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| The guns is always with me so I would never feel lonely
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| Combined with the fact that I’m irresponsible socially
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| Supposed to be the art of the mechanism of action
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| Embezzlement of the faction, the pessimist in the passion
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| It had to be the psyche and the cunning of the assassin
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| The tongue will give you a lashing like Punisher when he’s rapping
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| I bludgeon you just for asking where the other fucking rapper is
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| Chop em bodies up and mail em out in several packages |