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Killah Priest, King of
on a sick canvas
Now I roam dead planet
bandaged, insane
Preachin' God's commandment, me

I move the dark rages and won't stop
Til we even, you bleedin', until you stop breathin'
Givin' careers a severe beatin' for MCing, something
That I don't lightly, how the fuck you ever invite me

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

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

Before I bury ya, I sure that you never
Ever, ever, ever, try that no more

(Word is bond)

Your ambition, put you in that fucked up
Leave you with your own conviction, shit was not
Now you in a of non-fiction

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

up on you at your wedding
At honeymoon, turn that shit
Into doom, turn rap cass-ettes
Into your fucking caskets, you goddamn
Lyrics I mastered, burns like acid

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

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

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

Fire breathin' dragons, I rubbed the gold
To the see the future, through the ball
The triple walls of 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, Ronald Reagan, and George
Barefoot, sucking the titties of a wolf
Upon the altar, six men
Offer they only daughter splashin' holy

I ran for the, camcorders, now I'm plagued with
I the Earth's surface, snatchin' purses
Allergic to churches, what's the purpose
Religious worship, is

I visit ancient sanctuaries, where the saints married
But now buried 'cause of Satan's fury, I faced the jury
Held in court, like Christ nailed to a
Confront my knowledge, like Christ in front of Pontius
of violent, standing in a haunted palace
The government wants my

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

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

I'm complete of your entire 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, to your high
The Dirt Dog, I be the God, the to your cry
I drop in it, cleanse the
My place to birth strong, me the eye

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