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an excuse
Fucking me
No not you
Get up close
Look around
Moving dope
By the pound
Run up
you know I’m gone scope
We got bread keep it on the low
Turn your

brushing off my shoulder
Might just bring you little closer
Water wait a minute
Hit it then I pay a visit
Ain't no speeda limit to my lyrics
Ain't no other

to give a Charles Manson speech
I'll roll up to your door with a van of G's
And a thug chick lookin' like she's Angela Yee
I'm casually doin' casualties
I'm

of all the ******* hate and rage I have
But all I hear is damn critics saying how my lyrics bad
“Ohh cce talks bout nothing but killing and drilling”
But

rolls up that you inhabit
And I'm so crazy like Charlie Manson
I take on every single beat until I'm up in a mansion
I remember all those girls they used

the analytics 
They knowing my lyrics 
Just Listen

I'm one of a kind na na
I'm one of a kind 
Can't fuck wit my grind Na Na
Can't Fuck with my grind

I was down

Introducing the Jamie Hewlett of rapper music
Influenced by Stanley Kubrick, exclusive for all my hooligans
Oh, we just recruit again, I can take your

Real Raw

Craig Mack

Project: Funk Da World

1994

Bruce Wayne
A telltale won't fail or get stale
'Cause I'm stuck like braille as I walk on a 3rd rail
Manson's my grandson, not so handsome
I'm

throughout the whole coast
I already know I'm a goat
I stay with the drip shout out to lil boat
Pull up to the show turn up with the bros
They know us by

By the end of the night
I don't call her in the morning
None of these girls important
Cherish my life, I stay focused
I'm on the scope and they think

Charles Manson was his name
Went to jail, released in '67
Moved to San Francisco and found his Heaven
He was the leader of the cult
Group known

popped

Trap house got me dancing
That rock ain't Marilyn Manson
Can't wait to sign my deal
And blow all my advances
I give em second chances
They try

off by sections got em singing some sad songs 

How long you been here remind me of charles manson 
Don't act suspicious you the reason why im dancing

the Bentley truck like a Buick leave it messy
Ashes on the floor fuck the car I love the torque woah
Got bitches by the door fucked 'em all by the 4
Came out

a drive-by
Cyanide pride written right up on the side
We're the mustaches and the cool sunglasses
That the Beatles started wearing when they started doing acid

meaning
Then what ya
Mind created
I started most the wreckage
I'm like your
Heartbreak manson
Aren't you trapped in
Like prison
I feel trapped
Back Like

Plain white tee in my hand, palm angles
Plain Jane chrome heart Rollie, That's dangerous
Kill them like Manson, RP got me standing, my shooter right

…
Yeah
Ha, ha, ha
Yeah, yeah
Ha, ha
(Bleh, bleh, bleh, bleh)
Black up on my body, feel like Manson
Two bad 'lil bitches up in the lobby I might

rhymes homie you get the gist
I'm talking 'bout murder and torture and violence
'Bout that screaming which is followed by silence
Aided by demons

The Bloodfeast

Sinister

Hate

1995

MANSON, commander of death
Reincarnation of wrath
Both SATAN and christ
Curse the world by it's sin

Embraced by death to count immortality
Raging

Insane

Insane Clown Posse

Tales from the Sick

2008

this rap
You wanna know if I could ever kill somebody
Well that's like askin Charlie Manson if he's ever been in jail
I kill family, friends, myself

Just like a ball
Good life a live just keep it up
Gosh gosh gosh.

Keep it up with time Keep it up with the mind
Keep it up with the lyrics keep it up

shinin'

No hook is necessary
With lyrics that's legendary
The words sit fill and vary
The track stand up and carry
The weight, so get it straight

Word play or no play If you can't get now
It may be to late you get hit with the lyrics now
Word play or no play If you can't get now
It may be