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Procreation
Compositions already written by themselves
Saying heck is for the people not believin' in gosh
Good Job
Get 'em up way high
Procreation
Compositions already written by themselves
Heck is for the people not believin' in gosh
Good job
Get 'em up way high
Gimme gimme that high
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Procreation
Compositions already written by themselves
Saying heck is for the people not believin' in gosh
Good Job
Get 'em up way high
our principles,
Though none of us know so far
What they really are.
Our duty to the nation,
It's only fair to state,
Lies not I pro-creation
But
of persecution
Individuals command exception and accept dichotomy
Maybe you can't choose anymore, maybe you can't choose anymore
Procreation without gain
Yoput one up shackle me, not clean logic procreation
I did not invent the wheel I was the crooked spoke adjacent
While the triple sixers lassos
understand procreation
Instead of using it for recreation
I mean, it's just my obligation
Plenty of kids running 'round without their daddy
Plenty
And All Across America
The Poison Fires Glow
And In The Blood Of Our Procreation
Annihilation Grows
Yes Love Was Made For Slaves Like Us
Designed
hatchery's procreation
From the floods, to the fires, to the droughts, to the cyclones
Tidal waves to twisters, tornadoes, and hell stones
Whirlwinds, tropical
ancient Rome
The destruction of the home
Will they see the end of civility?
Cause when morality's been blurred
Procreation seems absurd
And human
a thousand words or more
Domination. Frustration. Elevation.
Procreation.
I'll say a thousand words our more
You could resurrect a thousand
Words to deceive
Voice: "Day turns Night" x8
[Aesop Rock]
Night Light suckas..
Put one up shackle me, not clean logic procreation
I did invent the wheel, in
the culture's bigot, procreation baked in advance-able
Then ball and scurry up the grass to roll his marbles off the anthill
I know gerth and nature but
and daughters, procreation
Uncover your eyes, you'll see the vision
Uncover your eyes, it's just the beginning
Rewrite it (rewrite)
Rewriting the hold damn
You'll wear the widows weeds
Because they're just your size
Behind the snail secretion
Leaves a dry heave that absorbs
A limbless procreation
Is your insatiable attention at annoying me with your hand
And in closing may I offer this point must be succint
My purpose is for procreation
transformation, Anti-mass annihilation
Sensual reincarnation
Life requires another death
Easy mass procreation, Imaginary expiration
Constructive incineration
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
Behind the snail secretion
Leaves a dry heave that absorbs
A limbless procreation
Let the infant crawl
The procreation, the damned
Carnal union of the flesh
Base primal instincts
This murderous passion
Coitus corporeal
Into holding pens
asperations but fear's my motivation
I'ma wait in my time to shine but daily I grow impatient
Strictly for procreation, I need to plant my seeds
Since these
of the night
Demon sorcery is my magic key
My gate to the voids of the dark
Procreation of eternity
I evocate the forces of the night
Prepare my self
Winter than white, but the robots buy it
They clap and cheer
Kudos to bask in the belly of the beast
Procreation of the wicked
Gifted remits
never ending procreation
Our shit stained constellation headed for its cancellation
Eternity of desecration, another misread calculation
Give the earth
eclipses the sun
Blood scum, blood scum
The generation of sin returns
Procreation of the wicked
Mass slaughter of the weak
Mustafa and his children
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