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Killah Priest, of Sodom
Landed on a canvas
Now I roam dead planet
Head bandaged,
God's commandment, feel me

I move through the dark rages and stop
Til we even, until you bleedin', until you stop
Givin' careers a beatin' for MCing, it's something
That I don't take lightly, how the fuck you ever me

To a duel, I drool before I break fool, then I drag
Beat 'em to they knees
Grab necks and squeeze
Til no life left, they lifeless

Then micless, what a
I give them a night's rest
I break they and triceps
Thighs and necks, breast area, is the best

Before I bury ya, I make sure that you
Ever, ever, ever, try shit no more

(Word is bond)

Your ambition, put you in that up condition
Leave you with your own conviction, was not fiction
Now you in a state of

Make you beg for mercy, if you ever me
I blow your head off, I talk, chop off your arms
And bash your head in, you know where this shit is
For a dead-end, stop your
Like Otis Reading, got your pants

up on you at your wedding
At honeymoon, turn that shit
Into doom, turn your rap
Into your caskets, you goddamn bastards
Lyrics I mastered, rhymes burns like

I'm complete analyzer of entire eye
Debut not told to crawl, so on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the to your lie
Do good to you mind, your question to why?

The wing to your fly, bone to your
The Dog, I be the God, the tear to your cry
I drop in it, the Earth's
My place to strong, gave me the eye

The brave to grave, the ceremonies
From religious cults, half man and half
Tomorrow hopes, on the horoscopes
We followed goats, our nose and hella

breathin' dragons, I rubbed the gold lantern
To the see the future, through the crystal
The walls of fisher wants to miss the fall

Offence, see the
Often I fell at the doorstop
I heard the pipe
(Cough)
Saw some men of a origin

I saw Bill Clinton, Reagan, and George Bush
Barefoot, from the titties of a wolf
Upon the altar, six men
Offer they only daughter holy water

I ran for the, camcorders, now I'm with curses
I roam the Earth's surface, purses
Allergic to catholic churches, the purpose
Religious worship, is

I visit sanctuaries, where the saints were married
But now they buried 'cause of fury, I faced the jury
Held in court, Christ nailed to a cross
Confront my knowledge, like in front of Pontius Pilate
Days of violent, in a haunted palace
The government my wallet

I'm complete analyzer of your eye
Debut not to crawl, so walk on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the to your lie
Do good to you mind, your question to your

The wing to your fly, bone to your
The Dog, I be the God, the tear to your cry
I drop in it, the Earth's
My to birth strong, gave me the eye

I'm complete analyzer of your eye
Debut not told to crawl, so on by
I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to lie
Do good to you mind, your question to your

The wing to your fly, bone to your
The Dirt Dog, I be the God, the tear to cry
I drop in it, cleanse the
My to birth strong, gave me the eye

If you know, now you know
Priest, now you know