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scalpel and rasp Sculpturing your flesh into your epitaph Your corpse tells its tale in blood, pus and grume Spilling out secrets you should take to your
sculpturing bombs Love unconditional greetings with opening arms And for my worthy niggaz I'ma die trying for y'all With the blessing of an angel's tear
Oui, oui Oui, oui Well, I give up all my sculpturing 'Cause my life had gone all sad I went to work down at the factory It weren't art but it
occupied Merciless neoteric Shoah Nazarenes avenged the vaticide Sculpturing the ashes of the six million who died You arise - with the whore
they seed I be watering my own grass squatting sculpturing up this ass Making moves from Conde Nast Plenty Benjamins I burn Manifested what I earned Let
the lottery You catchin me you feelin me Pumping my adrenaline but I'm steady Sculpturing music like I'm doing pottery I know I don't talk much Do anything but
the dog's ear again I'm a melting pot for innocence to breed in, Sculpturing time into stereo I'm into you Would you wait in the fields? The cows are
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