Lyrics:
Not a contest
Just get on your conquest
& leave the rest
To ur mind body and soul
It's a galore of blood pumping through my organs
Love in my heart
welcome reprieve
From extinction fatigue
Or the company we keep
Why can't you see it
Visions of a hole
Organs in a hole
Surrounded by ravens, silent
heavy
Dead 'em all, then I escape in green Chevy
I merk your wisdom
Spit a dart at you to hurt your vision
Put you in the worst position
In a Turkish
an organ specialist
Wanting to beat me is like
Watching a Bill O'Riley
Rush Limbaugh debate in hopes
To grow intelligence
Ain't happening peers ain't fathom
Something cold
Something dark within my soul
Shuffle past you down the hall
Into the basement, through the walls
Life it'self is only a vision
A dream
Trapped in a cycle, visions of nightmares
So im grabbin a rifle
I'm the stalker in your nightmare with the Shinney blade
Giving both ya parents à neck
peo-ple's mess /
They clear-ly get it / they get it done / they see vision / they write it and start to run
CHORUS TcG
Mr. Dreamer / you're the man
God
feelings, I'm remorseless
Only care about me and my fortune
The way I move is like I lack a certain organ (Oh)
Who gon' try attack me in my fortress?
to
Pound that Moog organ, chemical warfare
Songs for hardcore goons
The rest of y'all scared
It's that radioactive green chronic
In the blunt music brooklyn
even sell your soul it was free
It's like you got the same shit on repeat
I'ma sight for blind eyes, ribbon in sky
Vision 20/20 nobody gifted as I
You think you see the world I'll tell you nothing's how it seems
You think you see the world I'll tell you nothing's how it seems
Organ
to pay back
And take your organs if you don't
Now you know about the consequence,
So we'll meet in one year
I knew I couldn't get a job these days,
So
as dope fiends
Now realise my anger as I craft my chamber
With no parental vision made a fucking head-banger
Who's in change a, you dis this
[Verse 1]
Got the mind of a maniac
I'm having visions of murder that's why I'm sayin that
Ignore that going to jail I ain't playin that
I mastered
Once again I dreamed of rot
Macabre visions inside my bloody morgue
Rigidness... Rigor Mortis
I'm obsessed by dead bodies
I exhumed them for
risin, the immitation of my demon brother
Splatter the blood
Now that my though badder with drugs
Morbid visions of cadavers rabid by maggots and bugs
Visions of fast gruesome deaths
Coming back to haunt the present
Power within the mirror
Possessing to claim more victims
Pitchfork in your flesh
Fever followed by hemorrhages and then the organs corrode quickly.
I felt sickly on arrival to quarantine,
And then thought about the dream,
Or rather
culture
The vision of a global
Expansion of consciousness
Based upon the symbiotic
Relationships of nature
And the caring capacity of the Earth
Like a dream
morphing
Inner body experience where I enter
Your body and crush organs
I think 'til the floor spins
I'm still bombing after the war ends
Endorphins so
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