| Keeping the snakes out of my circle
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| Keeping the Saints out of my virtue
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| Keeping the strangers outta my personal space
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| Perseus, Perseus, Perseus, Perseus
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| Summer of fear, numb to the steel
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| Press it to my lips, gun to the grill
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| Hunt in the field, come get the kill
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| Something to feel, snuff flicks & chill
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| I want a piece of you
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| There’s only war inside no peace in que
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| To cue the mister perfect on his Ps & Qs
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| Who hits the purp like policemen…
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| I’m doomed, doomed, I’ll demonstrate
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| Medusa grew a new head of snakes
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| My voodoos do levitate
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| I escalate, I escalate
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| It’s gloom gloom gloom everyday
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| Might chew threw this noose too
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| Fill my flesh with hate until the levees break
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| & graze necks with blades amen
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| I’ll bite the head off a snake
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| (Keep the grass cut low, keep the grass cut low)
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| Sometimes the dead are awake
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| (Keep the casket closed, keep the casket closed)
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| Now How’s that medicine taste?
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| (Keep the antidote, keep the antidote)
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| These Vipers embedding their fangs
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| It heightens the venom I’m getting to get in my zone
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| So Ouroboros, so Ouroboros
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| I’m forced to course on my porous organs
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| Unfortunately my portraits morbid
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| I’m watching gore flicks of body torture
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| A poor defense towards a modern culture
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| Where all the vultures absorb the horror
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| While I record decorum that they call offensive
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| If they’re all against it, of course I’m for it
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| Of course I’m foreign
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| I don’t relate to herds
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| Their tongues stay forked
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| Now eat your words
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| Two fingers up Im candelabra
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| They camouflage just to mask the monsters
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| Blackened mambas to anacondas
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| Fangs in veins make me catatonic |