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'til they bury me
Every arm I chop off I give the fingers to charity
I saw a dead body just about my size
Razor blade to his face now I can see out

the money from the playing fields 

That supported white men

I hate it



Verse 2:

Humanitarian organizations run by 

Corporations who wanna talk trash

inches
Yeah
Missed death by some inches
Missed death by some inches
I know I'm better without it
Indeed I don't doubt it
But everything starts with a crave

over there nigga its three and out
I know my kicks and shit rare niggas don't seem em out
But they done seen some miles
I put my faith in my soles that

So Serious

Mack 10

Bang or Ball

2001

with big blades
Dog hoes that give us head (soooo serious)

Hook 2 minus last 2 line
Soooo Serious repeated 3 times

On three, we slit them softly open
Releasing ourselves in ecstasy

Warm blood runs slowly, soaks the bed linen
You lie on me, we are both smiling
Our pulse is

Inches, God damn, shit tore through my jeans
Bitches drove by, start observing the peen
Fate is so amazed, she was begging me "please"
Pullin' out her tits,

my image
But it won't be complete until it's all finished
So Imma just flex by stacking and counting my spinach
Blood on my blade I came to slay
My

Campaign Speech

Eminem

Campaign Speech

2016

At the VMAs with the stagehand
She wants kielbasa
Pre-arrange an escape plan
Three inch blade on point like a Sensei
Consider me a dangerous man but you

the same 
I'll still be the death staring you in the face x3

Die, I just want you to die
I don't give a fuck how you just die
Die, by the blade, from

Sit back and light up this cigarette
Tormented by some fucking silhouette
My funeral coming who will attended
Live in slow motion I rot with

This album too hard
Hundred thousand at large 
I'm expecting to sell, yeah 
Drip too hard 
While the rain got you caught 
I be busting like hail

fool me like sprewell, Choke on a nick
But for the first word, hit a little tunechi flick
Nightmare 360 for niggas talking slick
That blade switch, blood

shit that we will never say unh
Got the blade here by my side
I'm ready to cut this fucker up
He was talking all that shit so I went to him to see wassup

cocky till gun a gun cocking
Thats enough watching from the sidelines, peeking my eye by
All I knew i had to jump in, I'll be a nice guy
Three albums in I

to see my evil side
Take step by step until you die
Your blood spills over, makes me laugh
Enjoyment fills me when you cry

I’m on the edge of mental

of liters of blood
It doesn't run it just flows like a chunk

Selling my soul to make all of them run
Track them by tears with this loaded up gun
Shoot

My now holographic dirt
Three-one-three, a voice is heard
And by the third, I proclame myself
Look for a younger drug
Burn my Dear John letter box
It

クノイチ
When these 忍者s coming out the shade she know on enemy (Sheesh)
Two blades around my hip one on her so we got like three
But it's bout like four

PRECIOUS!

Album art photography by richrad walsh @ streetshotsphotography.com
‘Mixed and mastered by Ryan Williamson - Off with their Records’

I was stranded on a west Texas highway
Walking for a mile wit my thumb out pointed in the right lane
3 a.m. see a sucker flash his headlights
Pull up

on the beat, AKA shank the people me and Eddie, are sharp like a razor blade. We'll cut off your head in one single swing. Blood splatter everywhere, new walls

Bastard

Tyler, the Creator

12 Odd Future Songs

2011

Covers, videos and all that shit
Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping
Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

I see three peaks: one for Hell, one for heaven, one for Grand Mystery
In Hell three lakes: of burning tar, of vermin and of ice- all brimming with