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walkin around here

Voices in the night (3x)

Found her lifeless body
Lying down by the river side
A Jane Doe's unknown ending 
Somebody's got blood

$hen, Sinz, leaving bodies on the floor
Three by three, nothing less, nothing more
Hollow mask form when I'm sliding with the team
Gran Rey Cero don't

Campaign Speech

Eminem

Campaign Speech

2016

At the VMAs with the stagehand
She wants kielbasa
Pre-arrange an escape plan
Three inch blade on point like a Sensei
Consider me a dangerous man but you

When I was high could she tell
Please fix my brain
I'm still in pain
I cut my wrists alone at night
Lick blood off razor blades
3 Beans can't feel my

tears her apart

Her lifeless father is there,
laying in a pool of blood,
the blade still lodged in his chest
there's not doubt this crime was committed

pizza in the South Valley
In two hoods living two ways
Three little girls same last name four letters tattooed on my back
Bout my blood until I learned

Buddhatensei on the beat
Eztse tse tse
Ya ya

My dawg was binned by a cat
When we were lacking in the opp-block
And the bells were loud (skududud

Like earth quakes that rotate and Grow great meters by inches Centimeeeters
I roll like centipede worms 
They call me GO
Lofi is just is like my enemy

repeatеd
But he needed not a reason
Making meaning in my shadow
Three headed demon
Fire blazed, head of arrow, I'm en route
No stops and layovers, spin out
I

Flipping Benjamin's, my money in rubberbands

3 a.m I'm still working
Palms itching blunt burning
Designer clothes lil bitch I'm surfing
Dripping ice like

time, or maybe out of my mind
Maybe you can try sometime, a whole lot of bravery with a hint of lime
So sublime, that you won't be home by dinner time
All

the bank
With his wallet in his hand
No babylon
So I said, hold up your hands

Got my knife in my hand
Two inches from his face
He's pissing his pants
Sweat

over there nigga its three and out
I know my kicks and shit rare niggas don't seem em out
But they done seen some miles
I put my faith in my soles that

with anxiety rumbling than angry storms in the night
Loving this life by the inches may seem so cynically cinched
and I know they might view this

in my garden in entertainment just sipping coffee
They missed and one of the hands flew and
Landed on my lawn leaking blood scared to touch
So I pick

And the beast was seized
And with him the false prophet
Who performed the signs in his presence
By which he deceived
Those who had received the mark

Deflate fake heirs to the throne or the culture abolished//
unapologetic so I'm set ready to bomb shit/
74 inches of obsidian in progress //
A promise,

for me
First the one
And then came the two and three and four
Five, six, seven, shots from a MAC-11
Platinum producer killed by haters
Tonight

Three syringes and two rocks
I rap like I got Pac's dead
Corpse in a shoe box i'm a retard
Jarren stay on that stupid shit
So disrespectful I slap Christ

is slain to seize the flail 

Smite the orb that manipulates
Agape the doors of the prison of hate

The zealot's blood upon thy blade
Approach

act like a clown
Yeah you got make-up on your face, bruv doing
Million-dollar things love reggie day, BLOOD
I'm a tip the blade up, throw this drank up

this when
I'm swinging the blade
I'm the ominous synonymous
Synonymous with ripping through people
Like they were cartilage and
I'm driven by evil

we run yo shit
And we ruin yo clique
Leave you stuck, no sticks
Put you down like goose
Then we walk away slow
In some all black 2's
SW 3rd
Bitch I'm

ever decide to sing
Want y'all to love my music but i hate bitches that cling
You might want to get some more bars in before i start to zing
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