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a clue bout the arsenal
I’m sitting on fucking with the dead
Don’t get mislead by amateurs
I’m the cadaver now ya in my perimeter
I mean my peripheral

sleepless night by night
Bored out of my mind
How many naps can I take?
How many songs can I write?

Minimize bullshit, get down to business
Crabs in

Scornful of the Motives and Virtue of Others

Shai Hulud

That Within Blood Ill Tempered

2003

Let this be my act of defiance
Let this be my refusal to fit in
Let this be my writ of anthropy

this shit check the blood on my hands
Got damn, got, got damn
I pop style while they all pop Xans
I run miles while they all run scams
Y'all get by yeah

said I can't fly? 
cll pilots in the damn sky better stand by, I flash by
My cir Max give me airtime like airlines
Jump the whole defensive line

right by the women and did wrong by the men
With this pen I carve my path and my name in cement
They could hate it the fact I ain’t ever graduated
Though

play at night
Sleep it off, I need a hit
Guilty pleasure
Becomes Nemesis
All by my hands
I cannot resist
Into the Blaze
That moment when steel meets

stalking
Blood I'm bought with
Not my own
It's His word
That's what I'm taught with
Not a game I am made new
By the one who made truth
He the one who made

Ya ya ya ya

Bought by blood
The Lamb
Oh God we need your hand
I do not doubt your plan
Some things are hard to understand
I am so grateful you gave

I will run for my life
no escape from the knife
I will burn, go to hell
curse me down from the spell
I will pray day by day
god will say, I'm the prey

hole it rots and grows
Maggot larva sprouting like a rose
They crawl inside your shaft to feast and spread
Drenching the floor with my blood by clawing

say what I feel like
My skin is crawling
My bloods boiling
And when I catch you by surprise
I'll play predator
Behind the closet door
Won't see light

the fucken static?
Call em' out
I'm bout to bring a panic
And it's not by choice
But my guns are semi automatic
I push limits, i'm findin demons
I call it fate

shit
Has got me on the low
I ain't the one to do things best
When things are not in my
Control
That's why when life gets
Rough
I turn the music up

fucks gonna crumble and tumble
Leave you dead in the rubble in trouble
You be up in my bubble trade knuckles
Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay Ay

Fuck fuck, shit

He got pain in his eyes, they blood red
Used to rock a low taper, now he got dreads (whoa, yeah)
You know why he got dreads
Ain't givin' up no

Who did you say it was brother?
Who was it fell by the way?
When whiskey and blood run together
Did you hear anyone pray?

I didn't hear nobody

Wreck on the Highway

Roy Acuff

Will the Circle Be Unbroken

1972

Who did you say it was brother?
Who was it fell by the way?
When whiskey and blood run together
Did you hear anyone pray?

I didn't hear nobody

Lookin' at my heart in your hand, this shit get real, no, I ain't playin'
Sometimes you won't understand, ain't perfect, I do what I can
You the one God

butthole a cold disposition
The apparition of Tristan Ludlow
The blood flows a jokulhaups
A nuts so to nuke your troops
Execute these fucks
My style erupts

tryna ride
When that name pop up on my phone she get me every time
She got me addicted her love I’m hitting every line
Hop in my ride, I slide by jump in

y'all from
I been in my brain every night
Since I fell away from my first love
I think I might as well better try
But even the trying never been enough
I

overload
Know they tryna ride my wave
Use to get it in by the boat
Boy you make this shit look easy
I tell them I know
Open up the pack of OG
Yeah I got it

taste the blood, I can smell the concrete
And I can feel my bones crush on a calm street
Dark and desolate, my heart I never get
Another beat I'm gonna