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

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

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

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

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

(Word is bond)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fire dragons, I rubbed the gold lantern
To the see the future, the crystal ball
The triple walls of fisher wants to the fall

Offence, see the
I fell at the doorstop coughin'
I heard the organ
(Cough)
Saw men of a white origin

I saw Bill Clinton, Ronald Reagan, and George
Barefoot, sucking from the titties of a
the brazen altar, six men
Offer they only daughter holy water

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

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

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

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

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

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

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