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Electronic mind experiments are being done Synthetic soul could we manufacture one Dr. John Scott thinks he's found the way He'll create a soul
shit finna close Bitch you ain't cut ain't got no scissors swear you niggas some hoes Ever need some ammunition I got plenty to use He got on white we
c Prison break glaring at the scissor blade Whys depression all but freshen up my hidden rage cll this cutting leaking crimson down my kitchen drain
they handed me the scissors In the field like Randy Moss, but I ain't got time for catching feelings I'm a twenty-eight, baby, I'ma put on for my city
Dun dun dun Dun dun dun Dun dun dun Dun dun Dr. J on the beat She tell me Make I pull it out Her pussycat But she pin it down Like pussycat Omo
a sanitation worker so what's beef? Beef is that meat inside a hamburger and man-murder I stand further apart And Beat more rappers than Dr. Dre, Mo-Bee, Dimond
the wrong place Displacing water in places that basically raise the rivers up Give it up I’m cutting their faces like Edward scissors Then turn them around
Now I ain't no Dr. Dre But I don't wanna hear any chat 'bout patience Been trying to go two steps forward a day Some man take you back ten paces
Pegasus Rock paper scissor shoot and ya Gon I'm Frieza wit it bring the fight to ya home Vegeta wit it put a 'M' on ya dome Shoot the chopper take ya Soul
and I'm putting the bathroom silicone caulk around the fucking soles. Then there was a hole, so I went to CVS and I got the fucking the gels the Dr.
that Call me Dr. Phil Now what you lack is energy Stop asking what’s gotten into me All you do is bitch and spread that negativity Get the fuck away from
a nigga Hit him with the fist or the deuce Rock paper scissors baby Say I taste just like juice I'm a favorite sipper Never bought the bitch shit But still
paper, scissors Two or three bags, floating in the Hudson River So chill for i flash one, remix that blast, son I let my peoples get you, but they fucked
You change your silhouette You cast another shadow You're speaking like scissors cutting out a foreign pattern All the things you do affecting my
Doctor Rocka Doctor Rocka You're needed in the Slag Lab S.L.A.G. L.A.B. We make girls who fuck for free S.L.A.G. L.A.B. We make girls who fuck for
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