| Ya dead kid, now ya just meat for preperation
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| Ya brain smeared all over the street like defecation
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| Pull a gun out on a star
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| Ya ain’t to famous on Hollywood boulevard
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| Ya get run over by a car
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| Big saws the size of the teeth of Jaws
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| Chop you into jig saws, pop you with a sig saw
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| Starin at death like a 9−11 jump
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| Or Anti-Christ superstar
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| Drop the spine of a Reverend in a dumpster
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| Brutal accidents, and axes leaving dents
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| In ya skull commiting access to ya mendula fragments
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| A bullet rushes at ya like a pirahna to kill
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| And the slug cuts clearly threw ya skull like Dahmer’s grill
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| You can tell Im satanic from my evil beat selection
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| Your autopsy’s like wall bounce meat section
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| Kid ya didnt survive a stab to the chest
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| Unfortunately medical science can’t always have success
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| Ya don’t like listening to death rap, well I do There’s nothing like beautiful music for you to die to You can’t stop pain, how long will cocaine last
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| A coltrain’s blast, will leave you with no brains fast
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| Dont rap, stab yourself to the beat instead
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| Dont impress me with your raps, impress me by being dead
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| I’ll be impressed when your bleeding red
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| Cause atleast you can say you done somethin I havent done yet
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| Trying to be spiritual so you can get closer
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| You’ll have to choke on ya blood so ya can be kosher
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| Its a fact, everything I put out will come back
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| Like cats, in the slums with crack, catchin’slugs in the back
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| Its a cycle and nuff’humans are addicted to the thrill
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| So now that your fuckin’dead, we need someone new to kill
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| If I tried to stop rappin like this I couldn’t
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| But if I could I wouldn’t
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| Smash the door down, fuck kickin my foot in Gamble with ya life, I think ya out of luck
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| Dont act rugged if ya not, cause when we bring it you’ll be fucked
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| Ya safe in ya crib, with ya organs adjacent to ya ribs
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| I pump with so much poison, not many more days ya live
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| You look fucked, you look like you pukin’gook up It looks like the rest of ya life should suck
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| When I said it, kid, ya get beheaded with a knife
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| By the most sadistic mothafucka you ever met in ya life!
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| Ya don’t like listening to death rap, well I do There’s nothing like beautiful music for you to die to You can’t stop pain, how long will cocaine last
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| A coltrain’s blast, will leave you with no brains fast
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| Dont rap, stab yourself to the beat instead
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| Dont impress me with your raps, impress me by being dead
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| I’ll be impressed when your bleeding red
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| Cause atleast you can say you done somethin I havent done yet
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| It’s beautiful
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| It’s beautiful to demons
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| Death is only cause you fear it, it’s beautiful to demons
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| Stop the pushin, pullin, and screamin
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| Its beautiful
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| Stop the pushin, pullin, and screamin
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| death is ugly cause you fear it, it’s beautiful to demons |