| Moral is shorter
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| My heart and my brain and spirits out of order
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| And now the lord of falice have thou recorder
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| Fallen angel warrior at the bottom drained to boiler
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| All remains a horror destroyer
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| In the middle of saddam and gamorda
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| Punk shit all around
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| Everybody been calling clown
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| The crawlin town
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| Get wicked rip this sickness is fallin down
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| Over this basic gay shit erase it face it
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| Wake this hatred and make this place get APESHIT!
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| No kinda way you stoppin this
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| Flow gonna make apocalypse
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| Powers stop lots of mockin shit
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| Lot of us often is blockin this
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| Optimists positive hope for the futures loss of awesomeness
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| I can get boss and alot of us will rot and pop like hot sausages
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| I am not the light I am the opposite
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| Through narcassistic awfulness
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| I’m keeping tech off of this rocker
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| Black heart im darker peep it this is the thesis wrote in fesus
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| Im as beast as broke in leashes little secret I am in Seepage
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| Heartless Darkness
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| I feel it seeping out of me
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| Watch this Raw shit
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| Seepin out the anatomy
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| Heartless Darkness
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| I feel it seeping out of me
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| It’s gotten me nausious the seepage deep inside of me
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| Touch it (touch it)
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| Feel It (feel it)
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| Love it (love it)
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| Seepage (Seepage)
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| Touch it (touch it)
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| Feel It (feel it)
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| Love it (love it)
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| Seepage (Seepage)
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| Do you believe it KOD
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| Yes when you see them nod
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| He’s in season the reason
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| light is leaving he’s even odd
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| All 6's and 7's mauled bitches and reverends
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| Frauds quick gonna get stepped in
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| When the hog pit it is in heaven
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| Dog shit if he’s the messenger
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| when he take a threat then bless a wet nigga
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| Instead of getting a strech and put death on a replica
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| That is the weakest piece of release
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| But the seepage has no disgretion for
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| Check in bro with a plethra is to lession ya
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| Big Yates he’s stuck in the sick state
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| Some speakin that his fate to be wack when he gets cake
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| Well he gets cake and the critics they spit hate
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| But the siniter shit shakes so long to the mixed plate
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| I just ate put a punane and mustard
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| Cycles in lust stars eating seepage these nuts charred
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| What I got to say to the people who pick at and gut stars
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| Thinkin Imma lose the ability to bust hard you fucktards
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| The KODs a hothead
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| The shocks and the socks red
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| And the darkness is not dead
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| Regalide up like mop-heads
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| Chop heads off soldier like my name was ack-med
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| Alahua ackembah rogget ardem dantes yates
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| Oh Muhfuckas im coming out of his nose
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| Im running out of his toes
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| His throat and clotted his soul
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| Peep his crowd as it grows
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| No matter what route is chose
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| He’s climbing right out his globe
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| Dont doubt it how loud it blows |