Madame of ya illness
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Red-1 and the Misfit
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Diggin up the dreaded fist from the northwest
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And this is how we go like
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Well let me run down the bio
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Of the Misfit
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Burnin pyro with victim much whackness
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Im def with sickness
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A pound of vicks
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Aint makin it more clear
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As I kicks this
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From my inferno
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Internal organs
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To do with more hits
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Watch me
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Score the bullzeye
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On the target
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As I hard hit
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And crush the metal back
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Like a linebacker
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Watch the diplomatic Illness
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After the sacker
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Bag a buda
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Knew the word laws
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Ever since the day I was tossed
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Into this world
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Hurl another rhyme
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More spice than time
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With persistance
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And no assistance
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Watch me get my
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Astronomically be my anatamy
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Has got you starving
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Misfit tryin to escape will only bring that ass for the blaze
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So check it up
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Next up to mention is the Red-1
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Kick yo style
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To break Down the anatomy of illness
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I get myself equipped with realness
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And hit the trail with
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A knap sack of essentials
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Shakin ya mental
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I kick that cell wall down
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The membrane gets dead ????
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Just imagine the surprise
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When its emphasised
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Your imunity is due to me
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When you're emobilized
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By the unity
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And ability
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Originality
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No frontin on the mic
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When I arrive by the liberty
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Live and direct
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Wits a bit intensity
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The density is thick
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No say you cant touch none
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A we the
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Sick in the brain
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Lunatic Campaigns
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Through ya sector
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Eject ya
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Instead my proclaim as the protecter
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Connected to a ill cortet
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My radiation got ya ballin like
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Mots in tibet
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They lost sex
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Your allignment
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Whenever I rhyme with
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The never miss
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Very intullect you will with this fits
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Who commits to the front line
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At your time
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To show rhyme
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Body baggin into nickels and dimes
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With the devine
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You will find prophesy has to be
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Fullfilled with the illness of my anatomy
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Anatomy
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Rascalz |