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a spinster's nipple 
A hare drains milk from cattle 
A clergy fornicate at a black dog's ball 

Pierce flesh with needles three inches in 
If they scream
The circle of bones has been sealed,
Prepared for these most ancient rites.
Three virgin cunts arrested by chains,
Gut them like pigs,
Let their
On shift from 9 to 5 then from 6 to 3 steals the soul
Machine forever tuning
Class rebellion under noses the boss is feeding on the living corpses
replaced by fear
We ask nothing less then settle for nothing more

Behold the capitalists 
Bathing in the blood 
Of the working class

Martyrs bleed
the ruler face to face
To be slain by the knives of God
Your blood will flow through the caverns of Earth
Back to hell your soul will go

On the day you die
with our hands
Spill the blood of our youth in the...?

[3x]
Fuck your theories
We are the way we are
The violence is out of control
And we paint
n****
Lt Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers

Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be
a toy soldier... 
And waits for the suit and tie to come home. We won't wait till he's older, 
Before we destroy hopes for a colder war to end. "Now get
words destroy you, just hold still until the lights go down, until the lights go down

So you rise from the blood, you got a steal gaze, cats eye.
Ja tell it, that's murder inc boy's, that's real killers
Money laundering, tax avaid and drug dealers
Backed by chemical grit, you can't be serious
and philosophy, I am a vampire, I'm proud to be
I cannot be seen in your photography
Vinnie an anomaly, I am not a part of God's colony
Three inches of blood
abbatoir of greed, whilst you destroy them + yourself- by taking much more than you need, there is no justice in this death- no illusion I'll let you hide
the fields

You know well its tortured form
It's locked within a particular place
It's locked within a particular form
It's jailed by a falling light
delegates and panelists all representin they nationalism
And the battle inches on, every section separated
By eth-nic features decorated veterans deliverin
And all that time that 187 was on my mind 
Shot the man in cold blood 
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by 
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
swords and flip stones
And bricks, munch, clothes and kicks, you know it's

Sword, don't you know what you bring?
You destroy everything, all the blood
mall everyday, nigga, I stay fly
26 inches, yeah, I'm sittin' up high
And I'ma keep it hood, homie, dat's no lie

Not day goes by, that I ain't high
Hit
and think 
I lose myself in a cradle of a sadistic hate
I slowly shake
It rings in my blood, and I salivate 
Like a chorus of cats in heat,
For
seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered, they pull me out
I watch
made by men with itty bitty penises 

The streets of this world they are my playground I explore them 

Meet somebody I don't like and I ignore them
Hit 'em in the head with 2 by 4 inches 
I'm a grimy nigga so I like my bitches cruddy 
My clothes dirty, dick shitty, and my knife bloody 
I did too
And all that time that 187 was on my mind 
Shot the man in cold blood 
And I knew his momma saw the drive-by 
Design, and there ain't no tv until you see
Eagle, semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin harshly
Beat up and battered,
orbit, visionary
Pre-destination relief destroys what you carry, as choice
My voice reflects the dark times
The darkness, cleansed by kerosene
Now it's
time to respect the Nubian
flag of a people, fightin every day
for their own say, so children can go out to play
And stray from the tyranny, while blood