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I, I see dead
I, I-I see people
I, I-I, I see people
I, I, I see people

Da 5'9":]
I see day same sick language
You a game, I'm a game of Russian
Pain and Cobain mixed with Bane
Drenched in rain
And I your prints, cut ya fingers off
Mail 'em to your sons, kindergarten
In a Remy glass
Note attached sayin Billy, your dad
Signed sincerely, he really it bad
He clearly could not you
The alcoholic induced me in a coma you
The hostile you, see murder, my style
Basquiat, Reebok
Our ain't coming out if we not shooting
Yours is coming out with Detox 2
When we shot, woo, we
Which one of y'all wanna box the King Cobra?
I'll mop ya team
I'm not stoppin' till they me in a box in a mausoleum
Sayin': "here an artist with an audience broader than Joselyn's shoulders"
Hip hop played the flow, related to poem
The greatest to go in, Patrone
Maybe record a poem with Oprah and it back for Raven Simone
niggas! (later niggas)
I got a crush on Queen cause I had a dream
We gotta fuck on without the Monie
I'm on these drugs
It's me and my team and an obscene amount of girls
You can eat our dust, we ring around the world

I said you know, we are
Some crazy (I see people)
And plus, we know (I-I-I see people)
we are (I, I-I, I see dead people)
Some (I, I-I see dead people)

I:]
Yea, I see 'em too my sixth sense
They prowling while I'm through your housing
With the authority to do you
you in 8 sections like fixed rent
While your bitch bent over extending my lift
literally when she make my cock expand yo
And you barking up the wrong tree
Nothing's three-dimensional, different plain of
The only role the clairvoyant human can see me in
My theatrics lean, right
Like these raps getting
By somebody residing inside of my psyche's attic
Inspirin' rap that the coke get in
Or it might be acid,
No shit and it might be magic, it!
of magic
All I need is a package of the Magnums and a thick snow bunny to pull off the illest rabbit in hat
I'm verbals at you before my circles slapped you
Hey, guess I heard
If you anti-snitch it can bring down the greatest person, that true?
I guess so, go ask Joe statue, uh (Crazy nigga!)
The instrumental's looping, I sit in a mental
With screws in my temple, sending you simpleton delusions
your views with simple distribution
The lyrics I'm to abuse you

[Joell
Y'all man, I ain't crazy man, tell them Swayze man
think I'm nuts like a squirrel baby hands
Patting the ground, burying my ex-girl's new man's testicle
Next to two stands, yellin' fans
Starting to range of Anadelle painted grand tans
But that ain't the case man, I'm just save fans from the same damn million and 80 grams
3-80 blam bars while I wipe my Ray Ban's sunny they can't mummy
I mean rap, get the point like E.T. back in the 80's
So ease when Ortiz rap, it's the Navy, Air Force, Army in my reese pack
Then an ABC opposition robot
Built by the fans who feel so not that I'll so scream yaowa when your show start
Will you cowards, firin' rounds from high power go karts
Till your entire town's in a shower and the soap
Fuck! the last nut who sucked my blow pop
Cause I'm charming and schlong felt like King Kong's arm and I pulled
Antibiotics, my psychotic is
Recite The on the toilet cause my God I'm the shit
my ipod and it skips
All you hear is the house like sittin' on Amityville couch sayin' Michael you a see
See? with thorozine, I can't see
Sido, e-mail horror scenes, see C dog
I see red people like C.C. Sabathia's scum track
Maybe it's a whole bunch of dead

[Joe
Wonder why he from these boys
My temperament's annoyed, Sigmund
Belligerent on Ritalin and don't
Look for a reason, all is void
Oh and pencil when I'm coy I enter and destroy
the tape slow mo and took the stand, face blam
Raised my left hand, spit on the Bible as I
Then grabbed the mic it's over for you roaches
We can close this only thing that make me crazy, they figure out a motive
See I'm bipolar, you minimalize my strides
Memorize the track enterprises if I've inside it
My eyes meat tenderized
My will arise
If God put my sins aside I swear I'll genocide
My funeral should look like a died
Dog's there, let the inside
And they'll say he insane
Me, I'd agree with that though
Peep my angle, but some say he is an angel
Never gave a fuck, druggin' way too many in my of serenity
Keep it, How can man be here the same
Ain't no chokes read Fantasia with the written
Peeing, fleeing, the clothes
just 2012, Lou Ferigno, just blow
Head in a bowl
Headed to hell, in crisco
And over your eclipse, show me where it is
You have eaten, turned into Al Green with a phobia of
I dudes that never took the fall for they body
Skipped childhood perhaps couldn't afford an
Record the homie, call Ferrari, try to mawl the real Paul
You mighta thought out awkwardly
Not neurotic, perpetual
And homeboy that ain't saliva, it's last week's Molly
That demon I is heavy
So whoever said a hard pill to swallow must never met me
My new "Approach With Caution"
Owe me money, I resurrect if you approach that
Take my for weakness it would be your last error
my thin line between love and hate and mascara
Give me gasoline, pliers, cleaver forget the wrench
More oil on his tongue, easier to get him
fuck, leaves you, you ain't get the hint
Basement full of insides, freezer full of
Let that be a warning if you eager to rich
Gut you niggas whole you Febreeze to rid the stench
Your devoured, magic with a weapon
And I'm as indecisive as D you bleed coward
Be certain if you see a guy lurking through blinds and curtains
It's Tyler Durden, and verbal, can't merge and emerge as if it's just artificial
Only here for revenge cause to him just ventilation
Pissed off and he was goin' in incineration
By a virgin menstuating as a nurse racing
Truman Show his whole life, watch the
And one way of fuckin' the world, no penetration
know what to make of you
The six sense is equal in life form but way more than

The game of the super is being changed right now, my nigga
House gang, that's pops, let me talk my shit before we go off
Alright pops I that's enough shit talking
Ya'know what I
know, right?