| The sattelite systems attractin the voices barcode
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| GPS and the radiation from your cellphone
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| Demon clones chromosomes and yet we all condone
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| Mass production equals depletion of the ozone
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| We read your fake ass like a book
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| PDM tell me what does it mean
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| Terrifying shit that’ll make a mother f**ker scream
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| A raising of the wicked and self inflicted
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| Self inflicted this life is self inflicted self inflicted
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| All your troubles and all you do
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| Wicked is how I’m depicted arrested but never convicted
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| Prozak, King Gordy, Tecca Ninna Self Inflicted
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| ACCESS DENIED
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| Get a body bag don’t cross us or die slow
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| I’ll put those niggas from your hood in a body bag
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| You better believe that shit is wicked and self inflicted
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| Dead
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| Cocaine drains from my nose my t-shirt stained with red
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| The walking dead coinsides with the devil
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| You see my face penetrating through your mind
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| My body walks the earth in vein until the end of time
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| Torture’s like the rain through the tunnel
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| The ground crunches with bones as blood drips in puddles
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| It’s kind of subtle how death embalms you
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| And cardiac arrest will calm you as the cemetary calls for you
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| Cock the hammer back let it go get my dick sucked at the show
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| Enemies all engulfed in flames shotgun cocks when I blow your brains
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| Now I’m one will inflict the pain when I diss I say no names
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| Bitches ain’t shit the scripts been flipped tonight
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| No rest for the angels no rest for the demons
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| No rest for the murder victims that are always screamin
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| No rest for the guilty no rest for the dead
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| No rest from the insane voices that are screamin in my head
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| We’re Project Deadman and we’re bringin that sound
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| We’re from the murder glove bitch we got issues
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| We got the wicked shit we’ll never let it down
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| Project Deadman more underground the hell
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| Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
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| Rest in Peace mother f**ker confession will make your soul crush
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| Nuthin to fear but fear itself on the day of the dead
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| All my f**kin life I been insane
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| And every f**kin day I feel the blood rain
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| And everything is saved oh it brings pain
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| All the wicked brains salvation some taint
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| It’s time to go this mother f**ker's lookin shady
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| I saw the look in the face as they tried to play me
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| Get up got the nerve man it’s time to go
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| Your off the tape man lookin like a little hoe
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| How much shit can a mother f**ker take?
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| F**k a damn hater I’m lookin for anotherbreak
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| Gimme reason why you think I gotta stay here
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| Don’t worry man I’m out I got no fear |