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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
"Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all?
For if I shall see thy Will be done
Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue"

Three
"Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shouldst not grave pleasures be my all?
For if I shall see thy Will be done
Grant Me the Witchcraft of thy tongue"

Three
the presence
Of the Red Death. He had come as a thief
In the night and one by one droppd the revellers
In the blood-bedewed halls of their revel,
And died each
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
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
twice and past dreams, crime if you ask clean
Quick fast, the poison has entered the blood stream
Psychological master, consequences of tragedy
to please
His attempts at pennance proven by the blood on his knees
Time slowly passes as the pain lingers on
Denied of acceptance and his innocence gone
He's
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
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
of life,
Your deceit fooled them that it was worth the sacrifice.
Your lies persuaded people to accept the wasted blood,
Your filthy pride cleansed you
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,
Which I Entice 
In My Infernal World All Wealth You've Sacrificed 
The Clay Has Formed - It's Too Late To Meditate & Exorcise... 

[III. Along
club, shoot, stab, sell crack
Straight like that
We eat, sleep, shit street life
Straight like that
We get knocked by the same ?
Straight like that
kryptonite and the nigga Joey Crack know,
Whoever said "Game Over" must of had a hangover,
Get money, my driveway sponsored by Range Rover,
I got blood
Crawling, just to make a statement
In this matrix 
Subconsciously gazing the soft shell of a man
Somehow found, amazing!
By the department of sanitation
shrimp on my plate, look like dolphins [dolphins]
Pushin cookies in the soft ones
I can do better, by myself, not bad
Girl ate the whole thing if she call
Swingin' with this here stud you need practice 
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress 
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin'
Swingin' with this here stud, you need practice,
I'm leaving floods of blood on your mattress,
I'll leave you holdin' your swollen backside and rollin',
say uncle, uncle
Drowned by the bloods that's on their hands
Say what, say what?
Got damn

The gravedigger creeps into the crypt then strips
nigga; you can't tell I got cash?
Got together so fruity, 26 inches
(Girl, ain't that Blood Raw?) You can't tell I got bitches?
I'm a three summer soul