| Enter the depth of the mindstate of a sick man
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| Blood lust, slow suction like quick sand
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| Sharpened gilloutine that cuts clean, you can’t hang
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| An iron plate in my head, strike with rattlesnake fangs
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| Im ill, especially when guts start to spill
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| Quick fix, addicted to steep bills and cheap thrills
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| Never underestimate my grasp, a reach that can surpass
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| Outlast, making you gasp for air, and i dont care about the friction
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| Ill kick sand in your face and then walk like an egytption
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| Out there amidst pyramids, depict non-fiction
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| Writin our rhymes with dell and hyrogliphic transcription
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| Imagine madchild rating a beauty pageant
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| Daddys doing damage, plus im making cabbage
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| Macho man Randy Savage of rap, violent vanity
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| One step ahead, cuz im aware of my insanity
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| Underground forever, sinful bliss
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| Form your love made from us, thats infamous
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| No doubt, but with a strange new twist
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| Let your whole mind frame rearrange to this
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| Underground forever, sinful bliss
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| Form your love made from us, thats infamous
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| No doubt, but with a strange new twist
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| Let your whole mind frame rearrange to this
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| Man you get what you deserve for the way you mascerade
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| But with p ones like it dancing torpedo parade
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| Coronary charts reamain well within the range
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| How many heavy dosages before we blow your brain
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| You recognize my size and the wickets in the sofa
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| Theres a high percentage that you get bent by the butcher
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| Just a note to my peers, who solemnly believe
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| That escape infection on the dawn of a paracetical eve
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| Theres a parallel state where floors, even walls breathe
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| This insallation will instantly make your heart seize
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| I spit a heat of rhyme inferno that will burn your chassy
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| As they say where im from, your done when your eyes are glassy
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| Wear the glass to the death of the village idiot
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| Where i consider it, no need for a death certificate
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| Just a proof of post rigamortum, that rancid smell of boredom
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| Known as oral seclorum
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| Underground forever, sinful bliss
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| Form your love made from us, thats infamous
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| No doubt, but with a strange new twist
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| Let your whole mind frame rearrange to this
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| Underground forever, sinful bliss
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| Form your love made from us, thats infamous
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| No doubt, but with a strange new twist
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| Let your whole mind frame rearrange to this
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| Bone cracking excitement, spine tingling temper
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| Seven dead bodies found stuffed in a camper
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| Wonderful whurl hatched from hell as an infant
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| Plush lust for liveforce left a permanent imprint
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| Sinful bliss, this disturbing behavior
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| Mad’s mental ensalvement, a savages savior
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| Wave your hands in the hair like i know that you just
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| Dont care about the psycho that gets strapped in his room
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| Gazing out the window, i can’t see though the grid
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| I got strapped to my chair cuz i flipped my lid
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| Breathing walls, flashback to spiders and skulls
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| Lights dim, grim reeper decided to call
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| But i had to take a message cuz it wasn’t my time
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| The light at the end of the tunnell has yet to shine
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| Underground forever, sinful bliss
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| Form your love made from us, thats infamous
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| No doubt, but with a strange new twist
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| Let your whole mind frame rearrange to this
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| Underground forever, sinful bliss
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| Form your love made from us, thats infamous
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| No doubt, but with a strange new twist
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| Let your whole mind frame rearrange to this |