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Bitch it's a stand-off
I feel like Arthur Morgan
6 Chamber shooter spill out your fucking organ
Step to me, you couldn't get any dumber
I'll send you

I denying certainty?

Denying certainty
If I'm only lying to myself
Is it just as dishonest
As the smile on my face?

This is
My
Deniable admittance

Let's begin
Awake the maestro, play the organ
Come within such sights to show you've
Never seen before- now spin
And in the mansion, have a ball

thirty-three
They will do the autopsy but it was jealousy
You can donate my organs to someone else in need
But you better bury my heart six feet deep
You better

Black Wedding

Meg & Dia

Here, Here and Here

2009

and cash flow too, why not?

It was a black wedding
You could hear the organs not
The violins or the words the pope was saying
It was a black wedding

Hvis du gi’r mig din milt
Lad os føl’ at vi lever
lad os aldrig bli’ skilt
(omk)
Så vil du ik’ vær’ mine lunger
Uden dig går min krop itu
For jeg har

a form of hidden admittance
On facts forcing acquittance
I forward the bench
Sit in the stand
The bailiff gets there and stands
I swear and lift up my hand

min bror väst när  han springer på stan? 
För den skyddar överkroppens inre organ 
vår skeva värld känns inte mindre normal 
vi lever som vi lever tills

A lotta friends I lost
That's a lot of missing limbs
A lot of punctured organs
And a lot of broken ribs
Struggling to move the same
Struggling

tänker allt som vi kan skriva på
Allt vårt blod våra organ och allt ni kan dra loss
Allt detta kommer ni att få av oss

Vi sjunger som måsarnas skrik
De

Six, six, six, I need a fix. 
Never better, I'm a little bit sick. 
I hold a grudge and a burden. 
I hold a tongue and an organ. 
Bang, bang, bang, I

Let’s begin
Awake the maestro, play the organ
Come within
Such sights to show you’ve never seen before-

Now spin
And in the mansion, have a ball

Du ka' malke mig som American Pie
Du papegøjen på min skulder, ta'r mit tøj og vi smutter
Bare lad vær' at ringe til Kaj, jeg sagde

Har du et organ

I try to keep my mind at ease
Something hard to do
Where I wanna be is long gone
Move on
Admittance to when you do wrong
Is one of the keys
To let it

the admission with admittance fee
But that's about it
Bopping Motown to slow down, up until six

Bridges I've burned, the ones never crossed
It's six in the morning, I'm texting my boss
Can't come in again cuz my sanity is lost
It took the day off, so

one to 25
Torn Achilles
Wore my heelies
Tournament on Sunday night
Throw the mittens on and fight
My admittance was my vice
You gotta be nice, you gotta

ready
Triple six inside my heady
Crucifix can't fix like teddy
Organs keep them on my plate
Organs eat them I can't wait
Murder murder raise the rate
I

What will tomorrow conjure up?
Shoot the whole thing all at once
I could hit six all night riddled with some questions
Two options all along falling

girls you deep-throat
You gotta acknowledge I'm one of the best in the game and I'm always on six notes
Block is hot, new machine gun
Vroom Vroom, my

against your will
By a guy named Marcus

Body Harvest
No body wants this
All your organs being sold
At your local market

Body Harvest
No body wants this

knife
It took six years just to get me here
I feel like my time really getting near
I'm going at it surfing through it from a high tide
Just looking

read it
Tough break, session, I don't need it (I've been in the studio for fuckin', like

Six hours Up late, restless, eyes closed, Sleepless I'm sure my

Ser tilbage til da jeg ik havde en krone
Nu jeg ser dem fra min kongetrone
Holder min tone og er min zone
Når vi færdig blir det min ringeton
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