A slower melody over enemy torture Let it be sober, ending trending ready Lebenese coitus Send a friend request to the nearest whore or location The form of more basis, the orvedour statement Horrorcore placement sure scorns the lights off The mic soft, pourin' more sight into your eye socket Fourth chamber, savor more and more danger Angered force, mourn lady, born porn, torn maiden Sure major, knew a lady bitch named Lourdes Sheva Lady dame, but it take eight straight razors to shave her Nasty jungle, and she's Abernathy's cousin Now Abernathy had given A-F-R-O the toungin' And Abernathy had asshole fungus That is not a laughing matter, ass full of yucky mess Somethin' says Jam Master Jay spray turntable Earned wager, stabbed half of pay, trade a learned, stable... Mind
(Imitating the vampire pimp off of Sesame Street, The Count) Two plus two, ah
Flashing lights run past, Thundercats, shunned and snatched Some dumb monkey, run it fast Obliterated, a fiddle rated, aminitive hangin' Get 'em and lift the pages, disintegrated, a minute to savor Changin' the pace, bangin' the bass, Alex Nejera Fate is erased, rapin' the wasted hour to check up The makin' of taking, shaping the game and laying the terror The prayer is saying, aiming to be shaking James in the mirror You worse at, few short stance Black and white like Eamon and his New York hat Singing and swinging a song like Bjork vocals See, you're lower in each treaty, seashore drownin' Sounding it louder, and slap you with hand powder I'm Chowder, devour the hour with towers of powers, allowin' To cower, the coward, and how are you clownin' to growl up With A-F-R-O devourin' mandibles Scattered, now I am out of it I'm sour as Jack Bauer, intact child Impact, mix-matched, dick-smacked defiled her Blind Toxic, headphones over his ears Over his fears, swarmin' syllables colder than beer Frozen over a year, surin' to tear Freestyle, now you know that I - yeah - be rockin' it Pulse Reaction, foes' souls told to bask In a blow spazm, in toast to Fantom Explodes the fashion, with toes bashin' Listen, when I get the pedicure Manicure, niggas oughta know because I"m sad at your Mad attack and recant it, the fan of mannin' the data dome The candidate'll always do damage up at your front door Now you're grandmama picky "Dear lerd chil'ren" Niggas oughta know, see, or fear it
(?) The rat-a-tat-ta-tata GRATATA
(?) to shock ya Like CPR, the TV - doh! - the TV's dark! Ma'fucka, get the brightness!
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