Fetten Neil
The Kyd
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My subject matter can be cut with your weekend coke Sneak in those noses just to grow quick to a lethal dose Stoking a kid's hypnosis till they're sleeping slow Prey on naive till they're fainting and dry heave and choke Find traces of me in addict's vomit Turn their mind state to a fried egg and catatonic Effects surpassing chronic, not less than that, I promise You see some more premature epitaphs and coffins In the systems of packs of fiends In front of Mac's convenience Cracked and weeded, blackened teeth And no stacks for eating, havoc wreaking With their comrades too far gone past the see wins Turn bastions of prosperity to trash bins A surge happened, they're lost, buried deep In the dark trenches, antsy on park benches Another gram of me as their family's heart wrenches And so it goes, this horror show It's been told, we reap what we sow The world is cold Get a dose of me as you doze to sleep I'm Satan's mix, taking this to where it's supposed to be Yeah, where it's supposed to be Yeah, where it's supposed to be It's been truly bizarre How the mix of me and lean sipping and roofies go hard Pace quickened how our base shifting routines of bars They replaced the Kool G's and made the Pookie's the stars The youth being scarred from afar See their favorite rappers killed Seek alleviation but meet their fates in packs of pills Coming up for the scene to fade to black but still My body count amounts to gaining mass appeal Illuminator of the game's ruthless nature I'm fatal but for labels, I do them favors Had fame but lad's names never had weight Until I killed them, brought the bills and millions to their estate And there I made them icons at the height Of the genre in light of them being gone since my type's Fix, they submit as insomnia strikes When they're caught in a hype of their persona for mics And so it goes, this is horror show It's been told, we reap what we sow The world is cold Get a dose of me as you doze to sleep I'm Satan's mix, taking this to where it's supposed to be Yeah, where it's supposed to be Yeah, where it's supposed to be Truth is I caused this, the blue lips on this ex-convict I'm bottled on his desk watching Detectives inspect all his Possessions, they all suspecting an op who was stressed, plotted To direct Austin to the next coffin He was less cautious and made threats often But it was me, he was just crestfallen Trying to fix his life, I was kryptonite and death called him Thoughts are in conflict, I've preyed over Those who try to stay sober Now they lie in graves colder Bipolar, usually feeling no guilt For eulogies, just shoot to see the thrill of the kill For real, gargantuan, no small tantrum I'm Charles Manson from advancements of Paul Janssens I'm rancid, what your mother's doctor prescribe Dig a hole, they didn't know that I'd cost them their lives And so we go, this horror show It's been told, we reap what we sow The world is cold Get a dose of me as you doze to sleep I'm Satan's mix, taking this to where it's supposed to be Yeah, where it's supposed to be Yeah, where it's supposed to be
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