| Lethal injections in your veins
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| I’m a prophet
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| Sulfuric acid set into you brain
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| Is a constant
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| Propane poems and flames
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| Catastrophic
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| Disintegrate through the chains
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| With laser beam Glock spit
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| Performing mathematics
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| Transplants to broaden you range
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| My antioxidants is for dislodging the pain
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| Blow through the nose of your Bose
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| With nitrogen flows, pulse bang
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| Like a bison annihilating the game
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| Relieve pressure where the rest won’t
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| Touch a hater
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| We cross to pull the torch
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| So they wet molecular structure
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| It’s the boss
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| Get slept on
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| Teflon
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| Protect the delta force
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| Infiltrating camps
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| With frauds at close to no cost
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| Pitting the pendulum
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| Mutilating and bending them
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| Stimulating dosages
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| Replenishing the synonym
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| Only the holy remains
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| Across the coldest terrain
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| Peeling them for Benjamins
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| Ninjas syringing them with novocaine
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| Numb skulls down to their shoulder blade
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| Told you lames that I’m far from finished
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| Diminished squads when lifting bars for chemist
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| A premise fallen wicked
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| Rs in my lyrics
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| Trigger the sprung mystic laws of my spirit
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| My art of war drawn to give them the business
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| Musical menace blowing in like blizzard
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| Now come and get it
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| Send an air raid over your town
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| I’m fitting to bomb shit
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| The trails like Chemtrails
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| No option
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| It’s written in the thick smoke of toxin
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| The air waves sick thought synopsis
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| Forgotten
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| But stil pop it like oxycontin
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| They don’t want to feel the pain
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| Of their body riding while they body rocking
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| So they sleeping and they do it often
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| Can’t no body stop them
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| Keep dreaming
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| Like heroine injected to they ear canal
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| Fitting the only way that you can hear now is to
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| Slow it dowwwwwnnnn
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| And tell them that my musics like ecstasy
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| And tell that my shit is like the sound by the leprosy
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| Damaging nerves when they next to me
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| I’m cooking up the recipes
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| Like ricin, like ain’t' no body check for deezus
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| That’s the Heisenberg, lab in the cleaners
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| Better not telepath with some cleavage
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| Bar shots have them all leaning
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| The doc strap them in none leaving
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| Fumigate ain’t' no body breathing
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| Send the troops, tell them get even
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| My pen broke, ink still leaking
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| Face demented like I pushed your cheek in
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| Brain damage, hell was you thinking
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| The chemicals are peaking
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| Homie I’m toxic |