| «And he will destroy to an extraordinary degree and prosper and perform his
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| will, and he’s seen as a sign of the times»
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| «We are living in apocalyptic times. |
| Global warming and a rising nuclear threat
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| among nations that really scare us—the whole middle east, Quagmire, and Jihad,
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| and all of these kinds of things, these are not easy times to live in»
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| Rip out a piece of my rib and give it to a bitch
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| As the snake whispers to her, «Ruby does not fucking exist»
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| So I bit off it’s head, then I chewed it, and spit it out
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| Fell to the ground, as I puked up and flipped around
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| Scales started forming, I think that now I am the snake
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| I am the one they call Plague
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| Who will never escape, will forever remain
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| The Omega, the Alpha, the chosen one sent here to reign
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| Who saves all the slaves? |
| Lil Plague breaking chains
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| Jesus Christ was never raised from the dead, he rots away
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| Burn a church and watch the flames, autumn embers turn to grey
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| Wooden crosses in decay, the flock of sheep now fucking slain
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| «Thanks, Tom. |
| Police are requesting that if you see this little eight-year-old
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| boy, you immediately kill him and burn his body—that's all for now.»
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| Run up with the motherfucking MAC on attack
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| Shoot back, gat gat, grrra!—he flat
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| Leave them bodies where they lay, let they mothers cry and pray
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| Nina, nina, oh nina, I need you bad up in my life
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| Them heathens that scheming, they breathin'
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| Look dead or somethin' like demons, woah
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| Smash a forty ounce on the cop cars
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| Prolly just popped 'bout five bars, sippin' hydro, got a bad cough
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| Indica dripping down the cigar
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| It’s that dope head, drug fiend
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| Mug mean, lonely
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| Shut the fuck up, y’all annoy me
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| «Many prophecy believers feel the end game has already begun.»
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| «The focus that the world has now on the rise of the Anti-Christ and the return
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| of Christ, I believe the board is set, and the pieces are about to move.» |