my life's complete with a capacity to push greatness buttons with beats that have to be registered as sex offenders represented to the public I'll exfoliate your face with the acid
set Better off behind a desk tryin to surf the net Cause I be adamant, kill 'em when my joints get added in Worse than boric acid in your project cabinet
your bottle Cut down, come with something that's round and profound Blood brothers people of colors we get down Watch this fly, force feed things being said Nine Diagram acid
of fear Hexagonal bolts to fill my mouth Sharpened to deplete The creator of all violence Without speech there will be no deceit Baptized in vitriolic acid
brew, pull up a chair let's politick and speak-spearean We can talk about rappers and discuss alien abduction conspiracies Nonsense is fun, rhetorical conversations are amusing When speech
of the devil all right Let me ask you Mister Manson Do you sleep at night? Well he'd like to melt your mind with hydrochloric Acid in a little pill
illusions streamline speech with no pollution appealing to the gestures altering the momentum with natural selection CHAPTER FIVE feasting on the blemishes congested kerosene acidic
Borne by carnal winds The upper ether thinned And therein sat abominations Satan seated there To savoring the reek of desolation But their dank despair Moved his speech
vicious, puttin' rappers in stitches Yeah, yeah, when I'm rippin' up twelve inches like this My rap style is a metallic bastard That thrives off of battery acid
By the grace of God, I give a speech like Malcolm Expressin', flexin', flaunt the style that's wicked (Uhh) Inflicted, addicted, now people can't understand
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not looking to defend this attitude Your dress is perfect Your shoes are strictly you Your speech is articulate And your eyes were too I remember once when you did acid
to make heaven look like my neighborhood x2 [Verse 1] f*** creepin in yards, storm the gates 100 deep who knew these cans of true blue was heatin thunder speech
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slid in Borne by carnal winds The upper ether thinned And therein sat abominations Satan seated there Savouring the reek of desolation Their dank despair Moved His speech
When you livin in the city of L.A. And so it was said, and created affirmative Born rappin, German, they fertilised amino acids Matter with mass, intricate
