| Mental, torture chamber magnificent structure
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| Swollen sculp dust surfing senses danger
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| Spark this bats dangle in darkness
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| Crept beneath the depth of the sw&I'm the lochness
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| Chop this one up on the board for the young lord
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| Beats and lyrics matchhouse matches your spirit
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| And rips your heart through your body
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| and puts it next to your ear so you can hear it Local vocal viking no striking resemblance
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| No gimmicks of emblem
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| Assemble my ensemble
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| Caught upon the problem
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| Hunger still fierce stomach still grumbles
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| Still pounding the pavement watch concrete crumble…
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| This is an undeground invasion
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| Busting out from underneath just to rise to this occasion
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| And sneak through Swollen Members freaks you with E.Q.
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| Putting in work and I got lots of girls to speak to Anger and passion permanent temper tantrum
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| S &M rocks the spot that’s the anthem
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| Supposed to fall back into depression but i can’t-um
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| Having a ball dance with this handsome phantom
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| Tongues of labyrinth, shaping and molding
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| I’m whipping up a little something in a witches cauldron
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| Dreams are made of this warlocks potent potion
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| Unleash the savage beast, dangerous devotion
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| I see you grinding to a halt
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| Do I remind you of blistering nitroglycerine rhyme assault?
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| Vails venomous radio occult
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| A commision of? |
| exactoplay? |
| spitting indults
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| Nice to make your acquantaince sorry I beat you to a pulp
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| A more relationship to dope shit but now it’ll be pretty obvious
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| My voice is the last thing you hear, before you slip into unconsciousness
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| I promise, this will be a trip you’ll never unclip
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| Unless you feel the hammer paste strip straight through your lip
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| I love to grip a strip off my sworn opposites
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| Swarmith the unit of hornets who love to sting shit
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| Bring me my mic case I wanna slice 'em to bits
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| Start at the body dicing 'em open and stroll his dip
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| Alarm trip, someone skip the trip wire
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| Skip with barbed wire ruler hanger wire empire
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| Hey driver, any survivors?, anyone liver?
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| Anybody in the line of fire?
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| Anybody ever been bloody by somebody everybody thought was a supplier?
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| I spent years under my golden voice of fire…
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| We busting out from underneath |