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

Da 5'9":]
I see different day same language
You a game, I'm a game of Russian
Pain and Cobain mixed with Bane
Drenched in purple
And I rearrange your prints, cut ya off
Mail 'em to your sons, class
In a Remy Martin
Note attached sayin Billy, call dad
sincerely, he really caught it bad
He clearly not doubt you
The alcoholic induced me in a you sweep
The hostile you, see murder, my true
Basquiat, shoe
Our ain't coming out if we not shooting
Yours is coming out with Detox 2
When we shot, woo, we
one of y'all niggas wanna box the King Cobra?
I'll mop ya sober
I'm not stoppin' till they drop me in a box in a
Sayin': "here lies an artist with an broader than Joselyn's shoulders"
Hip hop played with the flow, to poem
The to go in, favor Patrone
Maybe record a poem with Oprah and played it back for Raven
niggas! (later niggas)
I got a on Queen Latifah cause I had a dream
We gotta on without the Monie love
I'm on these drugs
It's just me and my team and an amount of girls
You can eat our dust, we playing ring around the

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

I:]
Yea, I see 'em too with my sense
prowling while I'm browsing through your housing
With the authority to do you
Leave you in 8 sections like rent
While your bitch bent over extending my lift
Doggystyle when she make my cock expand yo
And you up the wrong tree again
three-dimensional, different plain of existence
The only role the clairvoyant human can see me in
My lean, psychiatrics right
Like these getting ghost-written
By somebody psychopathic residing inside of my attic
rap shit that the coke get in
Or it be acid, constipation
No shit and it might be magic, it!
of magic
All I need is a package of the and a thick snow bunny to pull off the illest rabbit in hat trick
I'm throwing at you before my circles slapped you
Hey, what I heard
If you anti-snitch it can bring down the greatest person, that true?
I so, go ask Joe Paterno statue, uh (Crazy nigga!)
The instrumental's looping, I sit in a institution
With screws in my temple, sending you simpleton delusions
Confusing your views simple distribution
The lyrics I'm to abuse you

[Joell
Y'all crazy man, I ain't crazy man, tell Swayze man
They think I'm nuts like a squirrel hands
Patting the ground, burying my new man's left testicle
Next to two stands, yellin' shady
Starting to rescue of Anadelle painted grand tans
But that ain't the case man, I'm just tryna 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 back when Ortiz rap, it's the Navy, Air Force, in my reese pack
Then an ABC opposition robot
Built by the fans who feel ya'll so not that I'll so scream yaowa when your show
Will devour you cowards, firin' rounds from high go karts
Till entire town's in a shower and the soap drops
Fuck! the last nut who sucked my blow pop
Cause I'm charming and schlong felt like Kong's arm and I pulled twice
Antibiotics, my is sick
Recite The Bible on the cause my God I'm the shit
Grab my and it skips
All you hear is the house like sittin' on couch sayin' Michael you a bitch see
See? with thorozine, I can't see
Sido, e-mail horror scenes, see C dog
Thought I see red people like C.C. scum track
Maybe it's a whole bunch of dead

[Joe
Wonder why he different from boys
My annoyed, Sigmund Freud
Belligerent on and Rory don't
for a reason, all sentiment is void
Oh and pencil when I'm coy I enter and destroy
Watch the tape slow mo and took the stand, face
Raised my hand, spit on the Bible as I approached
Then grabbed the mic screamed over for you roaches
We can close this only thing that me crazy, they can't figure out a motive
See I'm bipolar, you minimalize my mental
the track enterprises if I've been inside it
My eyes flashes meat
My heart arise
If God put my sins I swear I'll start genocide
My funeral look like a general died
Dog's there, let the inside
And they'll say he insane
Me, I'd agree with that claim
Peep my angle, but some say he is an angel
Never a fuck, druggin' way too many in my state of serenity
Keep it, How can man be here the boat
Ain't no chokes read Fantasia with the written
Peeing, fleeing, the same
It's 2012, Lou Ferigno, just blow
in a fish bowl
Headed to hell, in crisco
And walk your eclipse, show me where it is
You have eaten, turned Al Green with a phobia of grits
I know dudes that never the fall for they body
Skipped childhood couldn't afford an Atari
the homie, call Ferrari, try to mawl the real Paul McCartney
You mighta thought out awkwardly
Not neurotic, perpetual
And homeboy that saliva, it's last week's Molly residue
demon I carry is heavy
So whoever said that's a hard pill to must never met me
My new "Approach With Caution"
Owe me money, I resurrect if you approach coffin
Take my kindness for weakness it would be your error
Wrote my thin line between and hate and mascara
Give me gasoline, pliers, cleaver don't the wrench
More oil on his tongue, to get him pitched
Slaughterhouse fuck, leaves you, you get the hint
Basement full of insides, full of ligaments
Let that be a warning if you to getting rich
Gut you niggas whole you Febreeze to rid the stench
Your devoured, magic with a weapon
And I'm as as D Howard you bleed coward
Be certain if you see a guy through your blinds and curtains
It's Tyler Durden, and verbal, can't merge and emerge as if just artificial insemination
Only here for revenge to him it's just ventilation
Pissed off and annoyed he was goin' in
By a virgin menstuating as a nurse racing
Show his whole life, watch the demonstration
And that's one way of the world, no penetration
Don't know what to of you
The six sense is equal in life form but way than unbreakable

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