Lyrics:
refined.
Death dealt with glamour - making headlines.
Assault was never sweeter, applauded by the crowd.
Condoned decimation, serial killer stands proud.
touched to be
Recognized by the Foundation
But I've come here tonight
To express another dimension
Of gratitude i think I can do it in
Three or four minutes
On the verge of insanity
Manipulated
Blind they follow his every command
Stimulated by fluids and dust
And the love of a madman
never ever rusts
Go
Nigga seventeen his own fucking magazine
And of course his Hunger Force is Aqua Teen by all means
Fuck a deal, signature is legible
I'm the reason why
Smile from the wall is all I need
Even though it ain't the real thing
Sepia shades signature signed Thanks for the memories
Something else
you saving for? You know?
(And by the way sir, this Fendi shirt's a go)
Just because there's more to it than music
You understand?
Niggas gotta have
mutilated and deformed
Fridge with chopped heads,
vermin flies and crawls all over
Carnage temple, necropolis
Bodies fused as heaps of putrid waste
'em
Lookin' like the holocaust with Supreme hats with 'em
I am tryna get Ms. Piggy by the motherfucking hairs of her chinny chin chin
Um, what's
The smile of disbelief
Stained signature of nightmares
They're stolen by the thief
I'm back on the borderline
Yes I'm back on the borderline
By
divine with the flames as my grave
This realm of inhuman carnage
Where the blood eternally rains
To my brothers who've fallen before me
I will walk
Through their eyes, decide their fate
Reminding me of the face I hate
Frustration, a common drug
Perversity brought by the one that gave me
Child knows his knees so well, in detail
Itchy swelling scrabbled till it bled
White traces of fingers
On the sun-tanned skin
Signatures appended
person's signature[24] is there. And the great shofar will be sounded and a still, thin voice will be heard. Angels will be frenzied, a trembling and terror
Whoa, whoa (ah)
Whoa, whoa (you could say that shit again but do you live by it? Yeah)
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa (ah, Based1 got them bands, ho)
that hell was in store
Sign a dotted line and give a man a gun
Don't worry boys, you'll all be home by christmas
But little by little the lights
An excursion in science
Becomes a bloodbath hosted by nature
A closer look at life
Slashed, dismembered and eaten raw
Feast for the wild
soon, Purple Tape, circle up the city let 'em know I'm back
Four hundred bricks, and yup, the kids stance
Sponsored by my cousin in Stan', maintainin'
Got
the South get a pass in every section
And walk the projects with no protection
Be surrounded by a mob, and not get robbed
Considered to be a savior and not
I got strawberry letter, 27
I got gold bananas
Engraved with my grandmother's
Title signature what you got?
I got me a bunch of haters
Got me
The more time goes by, the more life happens
And we gotta be men, we got responsibilities
Plus we don't say how we feel, and I feel like this is what got
with blood at the fields of carnage
A staggering sea of crimson,
a towering mountain of ravaged flesh,
All enraptured by the searing kiss of steel,
All
One existence to achieve the goals my soul demands
The carnage sick and twisted, death is at hand
Tragedy strikes, in a matter of seconds another
[Piercy/White]
Drawn forth by terror, they gather to see
The wreckage and the carnage, it's like a disease
We read it in the papers, we see it
mention me
Thorns in my side are just pricks
A waste of energy call me what you want
Ain’t phased by my title
Believe a notebook, I’ll lie on any Bible
I’m
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