| DOOM from the realm of Al-Qayyum. |
| Smelly gel fume
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| Separating cell womb to Mele Mel, boom!
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| Revelations in braille, respiration, inhale
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| View nations fail, shaking of a snake tail
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| Make due, blazing swords, traze the haze, praise the Lord
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| Saving grace. |
| Lace your broad, she say she bored
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| A crazy straw, ink and stale-dried paraffin
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| Candy corn crap rappers pale by comparison
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| A bad Samaritan averagin above average men
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| Rancid rants havin' ramblin', savages scavagin'
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| For scraps, perhaps road kill, if that
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| Gift of gab and he flow ill, chrome stiff hat
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| Known for writin' lightnin' tight lines
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| Chiefin beefin' bein' off deep ends, divine bright shines even
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| Dimes quiet as minds by design, mighty fine
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| Slight rewind, tightly bind, blind lead blind
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| Need minds now, that was this is then
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| Listenin' to sizzlin' officialtons whisperin' him again
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| Metal Face spinster playin' with the dirty money
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| Sinister, don’t know what he sayin' but the words be funny
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| Major vets spaded through the vest with a bayonet
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| Save your breath, gave a F, pay your debt, they forget
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| Make 'em sweat bullets, crime pays no benefits
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| Then it gets wilder with more childish degenerates
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| Yodel at your uncle flows, my motorcycle trunk fulls
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| from 2, 1 to 1, loose crumbs to chunks in bundles
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| Hands down, better than what your mans used to get
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| Standin' around for where the translucent lucid spit
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| Missin wheel, you don’t listen, you a feel head
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| Sittin' in the kitchen, pissin', twitchin', kissin' steel lead
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| Crime pays no dental nor medical
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| Unless you catch retirement, county, state or federal
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| Ya heard like roaring waters in a seashell
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| If a tree fell, ya couldn’t tell from 3 cell
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| Be real careful, they tellin' by the earful
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| Kids doin' skid bids, acting out is terrible
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| Word is bond, fix your clothes, put a shirt on
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| Pants saggin' back when used to meant you had a skirt on
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| Squirts posin' as thuggers and hustlers
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| Al-itu closer than y’alls ball huggers and jugglers
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| MOTHAFUCKAS |