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It's about damn time 
It's about to go down 
Lemme tap into my sign
Lemme tap into my sign

I'm in my mode 
I'm in control 
I grab the bull by horns 
I'm

You don't want it with me, damn
You can miss me with it, man
Might pop my Scorpion
Queen, Boss, Kingpin shit, bitch
That always been the plan

Everybody

that's nice, its holographic
I'm working in the shade
So, I guess it looks like magic
And if I made an album
I just hope it'd be a classic
Life goes up

On fait de la youv music
McLaren music
Fusil de chasse music
Husqvarna music
Caravane music
Adria music
Val d'oise music
Scorpion music
Zblex

scorpions
Death to careers bring the vultures
Grinding quiet like a black mamba the album's needed for the culture
Grind for my kin like a kangaroo joey

#CHORUS
Yeah I heard they was dissing, didn’t notice it
Told his bitch to get over here scorpion 
No I can not be tripping bout older shit 
Gotta

Hell

Canibus

Internal Affairs

1999

(Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is

Hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutching they genitals by the dresser

am, the Scorpion,
the scary Scorpion.

I love the hot desert.
I love hot sunshine.
I am Fennec Fox
with large ears.
Sleeping in my den by day,
catching

bullshit slide beside me
Sub zero with it shit, this is why I'm sliding
Sub zero with it, this is why I'm sliding
Pull like scorpion, this what I'm finding

Enchanted by the shadows
Bathing in your lies
The Scorpion 
will steal the pennies from your eyes

Eyes of flame and a heart of titanium
Blackened boots by the heat of a dying sun

I've got time and the pain to match
And I've got fire if you don't

To which I say I shouldn't bother
But I'm begged by the small, bit of soul
That remains to entertain its carcass
When the day comes
Maybe the grief I foresee

my conscience

Sold da last batch so damn fast I ain't even get to chance to smoke it
Whole thang with the scorpion stamp
1 play got a nigga in motion

toxic lust for blood
Scorpion horror

Born of the madness
I beg you, please, set her free
Though once my better half
Now only hate and fury seethe

Long

apart
I can't masturbate to the Blue Album or call my music art
Everybody in the world is only looking out for themselves
That's why they sell anarchy

to give up
You repeatedly suck
You in the league of a duck
You a measly schmuck
If you was speedily struck by a GMC truck
I wouldn't give one flying

Lava Pit

Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)

Intro
How the fuck did you get in my castle

Chorus
Murder

spins
Each song I write is a "fuck you" to the haters
And they ain't getting saved by no caped crusaders
I ain't one to fool with none of you bitches

and I am The creature, did a whole album I Don't need a feature
This is my class and I am the teacher, This is my church and I am the Preacher
Hanging

a paddle
I'd spank all these rappers like babies
It's crazy, it's backwards
How blatantly lazy and basic
They can be makin' these albums
I've been draining

furt bomba
Flow (Scorpion), Mortal Kombat
Som jak 100-ročný bonsai
Diamant OG, veď ma poznáš
Sebavedomie kobra (Snake)
Drahý jak Monet, jak obraz

sincerely fuck you up severly by the yearly
Keep the sky clearly
I'm straight from the seventies
Mockneck colors wit ya bitch ass disappearance
Give me

Prairie Melancholy

Jennifer Warnes

The Well

2001

The moment we said good bye
Silence tore across the sky
The riverbed by wide and dry
As far as I could see
And someone said
My ghost was found
Laying

a diamond no denyin' the shine
And i'm all about the peace and i'm keepin' my time
Lover boy for real with a scorpion sting
And the forces I bring ring out