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the witches hour And outside played a Reel Life Product tape And commited Tryin to save ya soul it cant be Unholy to the son of satan, I the one Congratulations brothaz and sistaz who for me slayed for me and still pray for me They say my satanic it'll make ya vomit And I think I'm the shit it comes down to it You knew it and know it, unholy poet, your mind blow it If you ever heard me rhyme for the first It is like a hurricane, stun you like Simple and plain, Life Product is insane Your fuckin with the one Listen the song's done Fuck and be on the wrong end of a gun son Your to insanity, but that's just demandin me I say I'm and you said how can it be I'ma psycho-pathic, Reel Product, pro-static, fuck it.
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I'm the U-N-H-O-L-Y better known as Champs and chumps step up and get punk around with me is like playin with a rattlesnake I shake and and break the fake E-S-H-A-M I'm him not one of Reel Life grim A motherfuckaz future's lookin dim A R-E-A-L a a P-R-O-D to the U-C-T Reel Product's what I spelled our very seldom yelled we sell I have the of the devil, the body of lucifer Gimme a mic and watch me get for ya a motherfucker that suicide's the way Another homicide, I'll another day I lied I said I was the unholy, a preacher told me The U-N-H-O-L-Y is a brotha soul see It's written down in the god damn Im not satanic, so yall bitches.
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Holy god, the joy's Here come Reel Life and the devil's groove You cant move, you might as well it And listen, and listen untill it's favorite The speakers are smokin, chokin I'm provokin, no jokin, motherfuckers That I get off the mic and up forever But a dream that'll never come true, never I'm insane, it's hard to maintain my If you keep listenin you'll a wicket personality it.
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This is my (for you) is my song (for you) This is my (for you) is my song (for you)