| Welcome to the Hell Hole
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| The only escape is to die
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| And the truth you believe, tell lies
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| To ya eyes
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| Competition I disinagrate, if you another wack I hate one
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| I tie you down to a hot spike table
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| You ain’t able to stand still own your flat line
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| You trap bomb inventor
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| Your mind is in the center of the Hell Hole
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| And I smell ya nose in my business
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| By the way tell Santa Claus, I mean Satan Claus who
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| Wanna burn a devil up for Christmas
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| I need attention, parental discreation is advised
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| So lies in face, for eternity, life that is
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| All beats without water
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| I order all demons in the streets of insanity
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| To become what ya plan be, stand over criminology
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| In ya society, why die for dead presidents you everyday slave
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| Got reality for evidence
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| Water trap bodies like a magnet to rays in the ground
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| What goes up that don’t come down
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| My flow is deep under water style, that will drown individuals
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| Ritual of rhymes with Jews, that send the smartest
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| Nerd back to school on bad news
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| Verbally I abuse ya mental and we use ya brain as a mental
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| Until my lyrics, I sent you, spilt, spread
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| Throughout ya empty head spinnin
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| Why should I beg, hope and pray, when I’m already
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| Promised a death day
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| I come eliminate with no gimmicks, and all mean I give you
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| No ideas to mimic, so many wannabes on tracks
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| Like they playas, chasin acts they couldn’t kill
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| Shit is real, can ya emotions really feel it
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| Livin in hell
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| Livin in hell
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| Livin it, everyday
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| You even get bucked by steel
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| This seeds is ill
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| And our peoples is passin away
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| Resurrected from the grounds of the devilish demons
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| Let me just assure you, that you not even dreamin
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| Cuz there should be reality, ya negative metallic
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| Doin art, body parts, take a stroll into my gallery
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| Cuttin bodies open and I hang em by they veins
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| Play em like fuck so they can entertain me
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| As I relax with some whiney shit
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| Cuz there’s somethin really wrong with mine and shit
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| Niggas be mad scared of the shit I be kickin
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| With the burner motherfuck on the brilliest invention
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| I’m real, harder than steel, tougher than lether
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| And all that rough shit put together
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| Not the kinda nigga that easy to kill
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| Cuz death, ask the death it’s kinda hard to be filled
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| I’m illa than a nigga laid to rest
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| And look you still standin, and at the present point I’m clandin
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| All the wall the angels of the world to get ya
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| Better raise ya like quitar let the force be with ya
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| How should I do ya? |
| Should I stick a knife thru ya back
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| Ya wack, admit it against ya jack for ya contract
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| Horror Days is every day, playin with ya dead
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| I scrape the skin off the head, and ya skull I get it cracked like that
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| As I wrap ya brain cells up like a mummy
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| Ya gotta make money, all the honies fuck later
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| Eliminate niggas like the Terminator
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| Attack of the perpetrators, beware of originators
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| Danger, begin the air that you breathin
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| Schemin all eat, is like a real fat ass nigga leanin on me
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| So back up off me, closed up in a coffin, and let ya coffin up
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| Out ya mouth, quit chokin off a razor blade, first of aid
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| Havin naked sex, go to hell with ya tech
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| Ya followin in it on the next nigga dick check
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| Come ready, get ready, for the X to get wet
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| Greeters from hell, as I swell ya brain cells
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| Quarter off within the 12th gong of ya church bell
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| Teachers prepare from the hole
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| Ease splill it to the Devil’s control
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| Knockin at ya, ya soul
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| There’s no way to escape
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| Ya must come face to face with the gates of hate
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| Dominate ya mind state, for words ya can’t relate to the words
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| I been cursed at birth till I had on Earth
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| People dyin the route, people tryin to drown be on death
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| Never keep bouncin on my chest
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| Can’t catch my breath, so I gasp for air
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| In Hell poison and pollution is in the atmosphere
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| Word is bond, this shit is like the gong that it jet
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| The evil thought that be born in ya head
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| Yes
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| You shall dwell here for eternity
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| In the Hell Hole, In the Hell Hole
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| Motherfucka, you ain’t comin out |