Lord
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Make me stronger than all my enemies
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Because the R.O.C. is now
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My mind is in melt down
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As I puff upon the black mouth smoke
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Observing my enemies as they coast
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In an un-presidential fashion
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But the (?) surrounds
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Contains masses of mind waves
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I pray that they souls may rest in piece
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Because they're dead
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And they don't even know it yet
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But I see, I see
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Organizations corrupt
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The bad man stands direct
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Infront of God's chapel
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He snaps the very fabrics
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Of his existance is now kill
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And now his mind I must steal and kneal
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May you rest in peace
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I'm away in the night
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I'm asleep in the day
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Got to keep my skin from
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All of them sun rays
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Got a plushed out coffin
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With the velvet interior
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The house sleeps in style, bitches
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'Cause we inferior
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Tinted sun moves
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So I can see the moon rise
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See my body come alive
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And darkness fill my eyes
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Oh my goodness
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It's on, as my coffin opens
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I grab your fucking neck
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'Cause it was made for choking
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I'm provoking the horror field
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Strap a gat (?)
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I like my bitches bloody red
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Like steaks after (?)
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Rest in peace
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Black streets and alley ways
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I'm heading you off at the crossroads
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My dying days shades my face
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Keeping me safe through all this mess
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It's going to be a challange
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But I'm like fuck it to releave stress
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Don't need to heata'
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Instead I eat a bag of cheapa
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Feelin' your mind's weaker
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Rotatin' through your bumpin' speaker
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I sent your deepest thoughts straight to the back
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Like lay down motherfucker it's a jack
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Drunk and I'm crying thinking about major memories
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From old school to new school
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Rest in peace
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Pour on some hennessy and I'm out
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R.I.P.
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House Of Krazees |