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- come the mic dude, so just walk
Hey guys I got mics
- About
- What up
Who's mic
- me
And mic
-
- go
Let me get the for you
Good guys

One two, one two
We bout to burn shit down

Yo, there's a in the kitchen, it's like nine cooks
The kool-aid got with porcupines, look
Rode into Rigo, this ain't a track
Your tickets straight, TSA your ass back
NASDAC, IBM, the big [?] on the
Bitch, I be him
The rock mega death, we kill the Kane
Fuck everyone, bitch, everything
like a mandolin, this ain't a sex toy
This ain't [?], this hot shit, the dagger in the devil's eye
Rick, yo, get the big dick, yo
Blow the dust covers, the [?]
New game, new players, new
The rock shit you gon' hear

We are the way the Lord

Her ass, she got it from her
Tits the doctor
Figures the [?]
She looks an [?]
Fresh off the pole, hanging her hook
I'm in her [?] to hit
Just to say that I her (click, click)
My hardware is
[?] crime language on obsessive
The Lord down, judging, the room [?] smudging
But I'm over your stars the moon ain't nudging
from Hollis, don't need to tell you who is
But who it here hell, they be like "you kid"
A man [?] [?] lyrical splatter over the texture
We by that code, not to regret living
Electric guitar and nights gun powder
A sabbath ain't black enough to call my bluff,
The kill switch it louder

They're
Fuck
Burn you see
Not clinging to the planet [?]
(Fuck everyone, everything)
Fuck everyone, fuck
[?] to the cause
Meeting your creator on the day you are
(Fuck everyone, everything)
(Fuck everyone, everything)
(Fuck everyone, everything)
Fuck
(Fuck everyone, everything)
Fuck
(Fuck everyone, everything)