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I`ve been down this corridor Before you enter you have to bring Back the creator of winter damn Too late I`m spoiled I need the napalm I got it I shot it in my left sector Blew up the timing device on the reactor. Time shifted I had to remold the floor The foundation for creation mate`s blend The pleasure dome into another roam A walk stalked nightly by the ogre That`s rarely sober. But there`s no tracin I see the place in the flow. I`m beyond dawn, No I`m not in the lawn under pawns - Don`t rest, never possessed stagnate magnets. I never pulled slits lips wit no braille skilled eyes - Balls through eyesockets. I`m currently current Currents of electricity; They can`t get wit me Invisible to the retina half - way reality part limbo. A nervous laugh while ya climbin through windows, Never spin ho`s on merry-go-rounds, Be the ground level for ghouls, schools of fish, Victims on a hit list me like Geronimo on a pratt - Tackle patt tacklin patterns addin in seasonings, flavor. No false teeth for beef, catapulting fingers to light Switches so you can see the real, I feel the tension My sight twitches - I`m bent. Second Scene: I`m the star in a step show Around corners, the coroner`s office; Where my rep grows. I`m on some sort of drug Like the President, it`s evident that I`m noid, A little bit of pizza - the riddle gets deeper. I`m lookin for outs n ins, stolen isotonas, The gloves, the bout begins three jabs on a transport It`s a sport for me to take another life on landing, Branding wit a prattle prod designed by God. It`s my job to resign frauds, The odd is against you got a degree in me, So I know that I flow, credentials are essential - It`s blasphemy the type of shit they be askin me. I don`t feel the vibe, abstract art the veal Doesn`t heal this deprived stomach from a plummet. Swinging on a duet with the bullet. I never pull out for suspense - I`m on a bent mission. Jack Cousteau couldn`t take it no deeper - I`m a resident in Davey Jones micro-locker Holds the phone, foamin at the mouth: Mad Dog, a taste, never had hog I`m droppin The scrooge, makin fools hit the log - axe it. I seen it beneath where the cowards hope Trembled sleeper see if you can find the lost Treasure through measures in bars - I`m bent. | Похожие исполнители:
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