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They want the truth
Ok
Truth is
I don't have much time to dedicate to it
Religate muzsic
I'm on the cutting edge
You are on the cutting board
Got royalty lathered in cocoa butter
I call her my royal ten-in-baum
I will Delocate your shoulders
Drop showers on your moms
Sweaty palms
Can't keep calm
While you recite psalms
I'm enthralled claws
Ripping out of my ribs
Drawers fly Doors flipping
Open And closed
I open my nose
The scent of fear
Rushes across me
I'm at a loss with these
Underachieved
Jealousy and envy
Pillow talking
Petty knees wiggling
Under sheets
Meet and greets
Stupid
Letters we receive
It's more than a peeve
Easily they give it out
I refused to perceive
But not Here and now
This is a way out
By taking you out
The sirens
You can hear their cries
Don't blind it out
Splitting the skies
The surprise is
Is that
We are all inside out
But I'm taking you outside right now
Until you're outright dead
With your upturned head
I'll unlearn you right quick
I am The thunder up under
Turning foundation up under your brick
Cold brisk breeze you're Taking the licking
I'm Flaking it off the bone slick ease
Finger licking So good I'm so good
Bold I wish a cop would
F*ck Trump
I won't stop till you're inside out
Take your insides out
Slip n slide on a narrow mind
Riptides out
Roll tide crowds
No one holds this down
Like we hold this clown
Look at our body count
Fold your hands
Or we'll bury you alive
Hands down
Can't call grams now
Get your grands out
Fill the grandstands up
As the band warms up
And they all stand up
The Nunchucks fan out
Buck buckets for any Nantuckets
Powder and muskets Muskrats
Now we bust back
Hop in the bucket and haul ass
Run a racist down cold through tall grass
Awe man
I am the Law of the land
They call me lil Jon in the hands
Okay!
They drew the design
I don't walk the line
They chalk outlines
I take them out, Outright
I'll drop a bomb on your mans
Turn you upside down
Till you're right side up
Look at the bright side
I am the night rid uh
Flipping over your typewriter
Toasting to the toasting
Of your ghost writer
Boasting the roast of your opus
I'm the chosen one the stargates open
Travel through my vortex
Unplug the wire
If you don't want to listen
The bid is in irises molten
You can't Slant your vision
Or Turn down the Televsion
You Get the full effect
We are live and direct
You can't survive our respect
ACAB open your eyes
Or hit the MF deck

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