The emperor, subjects, and his you all
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you probably relate Loud lung tyrant, now YOU be Husheth, dost protesth too mucheth Your deeds are on file, take your testament is I feel Lazarus, steppin out the grave To give of his death, the world's greatest nay It hear or say, you can see it for your own two Sucker or get and feel it if you want to But I know you, you and can't do Seamstress and lies are bustin up your and fingertips on ultra-blister You a good dude now he cued the ultra-disher Shell position your old tradition self Machine gun ran in the pad and clipped Now your sinks up leakin Hand over head and the sticky red is Weepin goin onry ape shit Little homey onlooker shout,"He gon' make it!" The where bullies find God Dumb-ass, he on the scene all along Tried to help you steer clear, you up to the climax The wall on your cheeks worse than Imax Heavy I know you wish you never tried black Dante air blow craft you hijack Yes, but I digress Let me step and let the EMS clean up the drecks Extra gore soak the medics to they own I pray peace on your now BEGONE~! on, to deeper brighter better and more