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(Mad Child) |
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Enter the depth of the mindstate of a sick man |
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blood lust, slow suction like quick sand |
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sharpened gilloutine that cuts clean, you cant hang |
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an iron plate in my head, strike with rattlesnake fangs |
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im ill, especially when guts start to spill |
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quick fix, addicted to steep bills and cheap thrills |
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never underestimate my grasp, a reach that can surpass |
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outlast, making you gasp for air, and i dont care about the friction |
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ill kick sand in your face and then walk like an egytption |
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out there amidst pyramids, depict non-fiction |
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writin our rhymes with dell and hyrogliphic transcription |
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imagine madchild rating a beauty pageant |
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daddys doing damage, plus im making cabbage |
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macho man Randy Savage of rap, violent vanity |
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one step ahead, cuz im aware of my insanity |
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(chours) |
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underground forever, sinful bliss |
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form your love made from us, thats infamous |
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no doubt, but with a strange new twist |
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let your whole mind frame rearrange to this |
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underground forever, sinful bliss |
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form your love made from us, thats infamous |
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no doubt, but with a strange new twist |
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let your whole mind frame rearrange to this |
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(Prevail) |
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man you get what you deserve for the way you mascerade |
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but with p ones like it dancing torpedo parade |
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coronary charts reamain well within the range |
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how many heavy dosages before we blow your brain |
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you recognize my size and the wickets in the sofa |
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theres a high percentage that you get bent by the butcher |
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just a note to my peers, who solemnly believe |
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that escape infection on the dawn of a paracetical eve |
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theres a parallel state where floors, even walls breathe |
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this insallation will instantly make your heart seize |
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i spit a heat of rhyme inferno that will burn your chassy |
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as they say where im from, your done when your eyes are glassy |
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wear the glass to the death of the village idiot |
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where i consider it, no need for a death certificate |
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just a proof of post rigamortum, that rancid smell of boredom |
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known as oral seclorum |
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(chours) |
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underground forever, sinful bliss |
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form your love made from us, thats infamous |
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no doubt, but with a strange new twist |
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let your whole mind frame rearrange to this |
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underground forever, sinful bliss |
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form your love made from us, thats infamous |
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no doubt, but with a strange new twist |
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let your whole mind frame rearrange to this |
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(Mad Child) |
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bone cracking excitement, spine tingling temper |
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seven dead bodies found stuffed in a camper |
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wonderful whurl hatched from hell as an infant |
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plush lust for liveforce left a permanent imprint |
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sinful bliss, this disturbing behavior |
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mad's mental ensalvement, a savages savior |
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wave your hands in the hair like i know that you just |
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dont care about the psycho that gets strapped in his room |
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gazing out the window, i cant see though the grid |
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i got strapped to my chair cuz i flipped my lid |
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breathing walls, flashback to spiders and skulls |
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lights dim, grim reeper decided to call |
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but i had to take a message cuz it wasnt my time |
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the light at the end of the tunnell has yet to shine |
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underground forever, sinful bliss |
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form your love made from us, thats infamous |
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no doubt, but with a strange new twist |
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let your whole mind frame rearrange to this |
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underground forever, sinful bliss |
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form your love made from us, thats infamous |
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no doubt, but with a strange new twist |
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let your whole mind frame rearrange to this |
