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Yeah, reportin' live from the trenches (woah)
Jumpin' over fences, thuggin' since we was infants (young)
They shot him, he didn't even have no
down just like me
An infant won the lottery
But really it was he
With a pocket full of ruffies
A pocket full of teeth
Some people call that pleasure
sending our youths to war?
Are we gonna keep scarring rice fields and infants?
Are we gonna keep watching dead bodies over dinner?
Are we gonna be known
infant in a plastic box
Shedding incubator tears
She doesn't know yet what a comet does
You're approaching even as you disappear
"We used to have
be talking to me, pussy
Running your gums like you be Loc'ing
When the world know that you're nookie
Rookie, softer than infant fabric, I won't have
a cycle that repeats
Seeing all from infant eyes
Moving all through me
It's a cycle that repeats
Where do we go
You ask in simple question
Let me show
momma like an infant gazelle
The disillusionment has truly been a difficult pill
But you as anything menacing is a difficult sell
In a whistle
the ages
First I was an ancient, then I was an infant
Now I am alive
Been holdin' out searchin' for somethin'
Somethin' to carry me over the sunset
of the spectrum
Heart still, but his infant hands are shaking now
Start leaking all the thoughts on your mind
What's yours, is ours for the taking
Take this
and [Incomprehensible] raise the dead
Only an infant, He came to raise up the dead
Wandering wise men what did you bring to his bed
Shameless surprises, incense to bring
silent night
holy night
all is calm
all is bright
round y'all virgin mother and child
holy infant so tender and mild
sleep in heavenly peace
an infant atop a white baby grand
We'll need every sand bag and every man
To save the soul singer in the session band
Headlights or taillights, it's
as a wailing infant
In Krug Thep, Thailand
Hear the chimes, did you know that the wind when it blows
It is older than Rome and our joy and our sorrow
inside a shack, in the project buildings
Women, infants and coupons, one stole camel soup on
Stressed out with four kids, aborter
Next door the dope fiend
the glass
And days will blow in distant time
In this storied haze the zephyrs graze
An infant with the voice of a crone
In Nebuchadnezzars parking zone
small, they feed you like infants
Like children they'll bring you along
They say we're wrong for makin a rap song
But ATL'll hit you straight up jam
just another gutted infant
To satisfy his hunger, temptations of the flesh
Voracious appetite
Killing to release pure souls to the heavens
bloodline
A butchered infant carcass
Meat from the unborn, the freshest kills
Chopped up children bathing in blood
Contoured and festering I rot in
through the time
It's a cycle that repeats
Seeing all from infant eyes
Moving all through me
It's a cycle that repeats
Where do we go
You ask in
And hunger for your helpless tongue
With your naked back on gravel scraping
And your claws hooked in my neck
You know l'm just your little infant crawling
masturbate with her severed head
My lubrication, her decomposition
Spending my life molesting dead children
Intercourse with infants
Curing heads on top
Melting thoughts of disintegration
Hitting deep her insistence
To mutilate her newborn infants
After giving birth her mind wasn't the same
Slowly
the baby's head
The slaughter will not subside
This day a family dies
Young blood is so pure
Unborn infant is dead premature
The executioner
Has
The past is present, I’m not in denial
It’s holding on like it’s an infant child
The machines are turning me
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