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We've come again to the end my friends
The winds of change shall swirl up a din
The beast is shifting shapes again
Weaponized to the teeth while
virgins helpless
struggle
Claws and teeth shall desecrate the temple of her soul and pierce the night
with her cries

The sacred blood of god's
virgins helpless struggle
Claws and teeth shall desecrate the temple of her soul and pierce the night with her cries

The sacred blood of god's creation
delegates and panelists all representin they nationalism
And the battle inches on, every section separated
By eth-nic features decorated veterans deliverin
with gold teeth
Matching custom made gold  jeep
Croam rims, brown Tim's plus a Benz gettin' flown in
Equipt with shit to make domes spin
You average, we
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
The debris gathers
Time starts to shiver
By heart's blood 

If I dissolve into your body
If I hoped to find
White light in your soul
If together we fall
"Can't ya diggit Honey?" 
"Rated XXX" 

For the ladies one hundred and ninety five pounds of beef 
Chinky eyes curly hair and gold teeth
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
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
"Can't ya diggit, Honey?"
"Rated XXX"

For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef,
Chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth
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
Blazin' artist
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Rugar Rell Dipset let's go

[Verse 1:]
Welcome you niggas to world war three
Turn his lights out I shine
atomically
Stagnant they stood surrounded and astounded
By this total square mileage of violence that I brung
I've not yet begun to stung
It's the ethics,
legs like scissors and butcher's knives
A tattooed breast and flaming eyes
And a crimson carnation in her teeth
Carving her way through the dance
and knocked out a piece of my lint

He was spittin blood, I was spittin teeth
And we crashed through the wall and out into the street
Kickin and gouging in
stop
One time for my cause doing Queen things
Dead fresh to the teeth eating chicken wings
Three times for my guhls in the beauty shop
Four times
and my teeth glitter.
Sum bout been a trill ass nigga.
I'm so fresh.
I'm so fresh. 

[Trina]
Paint candy racin' cribs.
Crush them bitches off
the duplicates are paved is thy pallet satisfied?

False blood additives compatible
Snapping the vertebrae revolve around the points
Natural law brilliant forces
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
of the nation
In the state with the densest population
The Garden State, where the gardener wrecks it
I tell people where I live by the exit
Joisey, where
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
down to mood by the three degrees

How can you be so limp and spineless
When she'd even help you to make your final stand
It's not enough for anyone