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of focus I think I need to lick a toad 
Heed the ancient wisdom and accept that I'm not in control 

Listless misfit, ginseng syrup in my whiskey coke

skin
Looked down and seen a fucking
Knife stuck in my shin
The bloodsucker was in
Back to life in an instant
Fuck the zombie bitch
I took her skull

odds
Never been one for the halo
Always been one for the horns
Never gonna do what they say so
Always gonna die by the sword for the peso
Tryna keep

collected
Where the blood is collected

One by one, they were all wired into the thought of terror

Watching the earth melt through the hands of the weak

the cocaine (long fingernails)
rough ass hands for the skull rings (skull rings)
potent ass dank for a fuck ring
and some sucka free niggas when i gang bang
so

Crematorium

Virtuoso

Word War II: Evolution of the Torturer

2004

on your skull pulled by chariots
with various, violent yanks the heretic
start tearing it, off your shoulders to bury it
slash fangs beyond your gangleon

I stand amid a crowd on the hill of the Skull
A stiff wind tugs at my garments
Roman soldiers complain about waiting for 
Three convicts to slowly

Sledge to the skull of every fucking baby boy
Don't bother resuscitating
Birth controller

Mouth breathers, filthy breeders
Oxygen wasting,

and twenty’d
Long since learned to make their money
Pouring iron or pressing fact’ry stamp
But me, I’d gone by many names
I’d brought my parents aught but shame

the law on us
They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don?
Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond
My game is on lock, till

Goggins

Pain

Punk Rock Strike, Vol. 1-3

2003

She had to much to tell

But not a thing to say.

They said "We hope you're doing well"

As she cut her teeth into the day.

Pounded on by confounded

Number 2 but you know that I'm never second
I bussed her for a minute that's 60 blessings
Every morning I wake up, get to the fetti
I was right by

the raps that I spit quick it's ridiculous
On the track I'm a misfit but I never miss with the lyrics that I rip sick
Not a trick like a kick flip I handle

in the kitchen listen man I got my deep hooks in yeah

Verse 2
Musically I’m gifted excuse me bitch I’m lifted always been a misfit
Never been a rich

of misfits 
That don’t really fit in 
Respectable in my own way, if losing I still win
I’m dreaming of rich mint
Be smelling the listerine
Keeping shit clean

of the repressive apparatus. The names of the fallen ones are:
 
Carlos Augusto Barroso, 19, killed by skull crushing.
William Fernandes Leite, 22, killed by a shot

Nickel

Royce da 5'9"

M.I.C. (Make It Count)

2004

as gentlemen (whoa)
Act on adrenalin, the cap gon' peel 'em
Either that or rap gon' kill 'em - send them niggaz
In them skull caps like "Menace" with black

Shut da Fuck Up

Da Beatminerz

Brace 4 Impak

2001

thunder shit, greedy niggas want more
Run the play-by-play, tackle cats like a fullback
It's a dangerous game, come strong or get your skull cracked

with virgin blood
Our war drums echo on
Marching one by one
Created a path of skulls
Hung their cadavers on our walls.
They looked to me and asked for

the tracks, check my shoe size
Don't ever choose sides
Never need a truce to cruise by, but a drug is crucial for lewd dimes
Grew to recruit highs
En route

go, "Bang"
(It go, "Bang") he tryna flex with that lil'
Bitty bitch, be cool, she not no saint
She get bust downed by the gang (Wow, wow)
Double R, we

tribal by nature
Will die for their mates in
A fight with their neighbours
The sight of a stranger's a target to aim for
Your life is in danger, Don't try

and skull shavings 
Hit um with a little voodoo or some ceremonial magic 
Sorry if I may confuse you my mind is warped way more than you can imagine
Deep

the back of my skull Mocking the dumb fuck, thinkin' they're in
command
Slowly I see, things have got another hand
Diggin' up, don't work, shit, bitch Better