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queers to corpses in two seconds flat
You've got correction take for every transgress
Immediate approval distress
Call our your icon from its whitewashed
one wants to ask

As the seconds melt into death
We are relieved to not see pain on your face
The hands have moved into the dark
All lines are flat
will be flipped I'm sure
Long Beach, right by the water
Respect is due when you walk through the border
Line, if you don't you might find your face in
***!!++??
Where are your specs Ref' !***&&&!!!
Kick you to death Ref' !!XX**??
Oi! Are you deaf Ref' X&+X&+!!?

...Phfff! Good game 'ey, Ron?...
blinded by tears of pain
Hopes and dreams are shattered into fragments time and time again
Life's a prison and death's the key

Time take my life [x
blinded by tears of pain
Hopes and dreams are shattered into fragments time and time again
Life's a prison and death's the key

Time take my life [x
Every second someone dies Someone just died 
Another one's dead and again someone just died(2x) 

If you step I'll bring death to your rep don't get
We used to be number 10
Now we're permanent one,
In the battle lost my finger, Mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes
of scientists are in maybe 10 showed up at the wharf
As if guided by the trident of poseidon to cavort
Each a lumbering and boisterous glutton
Like a half-ton
science of death, MC design
Let it be the main line in a text from vein to mind
Let the chromosomes attack, simulate your fate
Ship-shape in the matrix,
We used to be number 10
Now we're permanent one
In the battle lost my finger, mic became my arm
Pistol nozzle hits your nasal, blood becomes
annihilation
This is the wayx we'll fuck you up
Welcome to your devastation

[CHORUS]________________________________
Fly, fly with the warbird
Die, die by
of the Starship TICAL

As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening for H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
Every mother will cry 

[Chorus x2] 
Keep your eyes on your enemies, and watch your friends 
Put your life in your own hands, or your life will end
the biggest part of your ass
into the narrow side, I'm that case you place, nigga
Tie yo' bitch, to the shitter nigga, throw yo' stinkin ass
by the liver nigga,
of the Starship TICAL

As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this evening for H-O-T
N-I-S, you get splashed with the Tec
the chances of that are between slim and skinny
There's too many twenties
Every second sister's got a fighting chance
Of getting hurt at home by a lover's show
I just shook the handshake
I just sealed the deal
I'll try not to let them
Take everything they can steal
People always told me
Don't forget your
(SNAP), if you wanna crack (CRACK)
If you wanna shoot, give me a second so I can lay flat
Cause this, some the cemetery's, the reality
Where the tough guys
While a camera man creates news and shoves it down our throats on the West Bank, 
With a 10 second clip put on constant loop to provoke US angst. 

So
[Lil Wayne]
Fuck with me, you know what it is

[Chorus: x2]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this
react, hit your chest in eight seconds flat
My mind state is me against your spot and I'm heated
Be the winner of the ten pace, you screamin' I cheated
here, by your overseer
Fallen from grace down from heaven to memories [?]
La petite mort, la petite mort
head, we takin' the hood back
Damn, I coulda swore they gave ya ass ten flat
Now you're home, somethin' wrong, we takin' the hood back

You liar,
eagle I love this thug shit

[Chorus: x2]
Yo what you really know what a thug about
Locked up in the bing no grub about
On the block doin' your thing