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still find some inspiration
And put it into the creation

they show mad love
(yeah)
’Cause I ain't hearing no more bad blood
(Nah) all I'm hearing now is mad love, yeah

Yeah, I got it good up in the hood, yeah

To Catch a Predator

Insane Clown Posse

Bang! Pow! Boom!

2009

the neck first
'Cause it hurts, get 'em where the blood squirts
Carve his whole face off and make him eat it
Chain him up by the foot in the basement,

by the wind with its howling
My fists have punched the sky, the ground I've torn

But the day's not of my making
It's alive with the blood of time

still run so deep, that lust for dopamine
I want to feel your blood and tears

Mindless hordes
Collision course
Trauma porn
I need much more

The dark

Move faster
This is not a drill
It's kill or be killed
No room for weak-willed
Men
On this field
Blood spills till it's been fulfilled
My wheels spin

A Graveyard for Bitches

Crisis

Like Sheep Led to Slaughter [Bonus Track]

2004

she's dead alive. Afraid
To look his own inevitable death in the eye, a beast comes
To life! in her blood he's baptized by this soul sex genocide;

all over by the blood and our bodies turn into dust
But my crew is ready to go up there, even if it'll be freeze or burn

The light that goes into that

This Graveyard Earth

Six Feet Under

Maximum Violence [Bonus Track]

1999

again and again
When it's all over we'll just be bones in the sand
Monuments built of stone and blood and skin

Decaying through the years and found

Can't Apple "Z" undo
You cocked back and shot me
Down witch'ya gun boo
And I still got the wounds that'll prove it
What the fucks the point of having
Love

As above so below I feel like heaven sent 
Every tool to lead a nation I'm so immaculate
Walk by faith not by sight but manna still relevant
Look

splitters, heavy hitters, ya dig it?
Now trip
A lot of niggas like to say what they gon' do
But I'ma fuck with y'all, cuh
'cause I want to
A lot of people say

the city of God
I walk around in the city like God
Made it out and still come back
Somebody, please tell me, what are the odds?
On this mic, I am

Creepin' it though, baby
It's gangsta, the truth gonna come to the level

Yo, as this blood flow through my veins
I stand before this mic with a stepped

its flowing through (through).
Blood in your veins,
Rivers through landscapes oh.

I got these movements by hard, in my heart.
I got these movements by

You best buy a TV if you want me to stop
'Coz I'm so heavy influenced by the things that I watch
It ain't just 'Pulp Fiction' and 'Reservoir Dogs'
It's

I'm falling into the sky
Leaving fathomless abyss behind
I'm flying by among the clouds
Recovering the powers I drink blood of stars

The darkness

and injustice 
It's twenty, twenty 
But y'all still can't see 

This is America 
The land of the free
By the hands and the blood 
Of my ancestors

an ugly unseen
Its deep, dark essence reflects the Sun
A star who mutely sees the demon deed done!
Pools form beneath razor-blade's keen
Edge, still held by

blood murdered
No one seen or hear before

This is paradise
That's what I heard
Cameras flash and a burn is still a burn
When the killing stops

you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
And still I'd be on my feet
oh I would still be

Do you still smell the smoke
of gunpowder?
I know it’s still in the air
after all these years.

Lost souls
walking on the streets,
chasing their

Many Men (Wish Death)

50 Cent

Get Rich or Die Tryin'

2003

comin'

(Ah) oh, what the fuck? (oh)

Ah son, pull up, pull up

Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
I'm trying to be

BlindSpell 
by Amber Webber

I could love you so fast
Slice the throat of a lamb
We just stand still in a pool of blood
If it don't fit let it it