I'll hurt ya daddy, give 'em ruptured hands, see?
I'm so fly, I be doin' laps in moon craters..
I'll hurt ya daddy, give 'em ruptured hands, see?
I'm so fly, I be doin' laps in moon craters..
Trapped within the lights of the city..
Where it looks full of life but inside it's all empty..
And from outside it's all tempting..
What..it's all lies upon entry..
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I'm so fine I can get the ass from Tomb Raider
Make her wanna be my sugar momma, for a summer
stun her and buy her diamonds like she could be no other
but i feel like i need a reason to indefinitely shun her cause
im awkward on purpose because i hate people
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She's A Real Type Of Creed Unseen In The Slick, Heavy, Shifty League, Begun To Pause...
...& The Days Are Darker, Fading Markers, Hating Martyrs, Falling Fast...
His Mind Travels Through Time & Space To Wreak Havoc & Cause Ultimate Terror & Hysteria With His Own Vile, Psychotic Creations
shes crawling past and moving fast but defnitly not hauling ass
cause i broke her legs and then i laughed about her crying
im awkward on purpose because i hate people
follow me on twitter: @NobleCAM_JR
applying total dread to the frail minds of the undying
i cope instead, with the chemicals that are burnt for pleasure
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I smoke em dead, wrapped in cigarellos learned by measure
Staying focused leaves me seeing it all in slow motion
and when i close my eyes, i can watch as time goes floating
you dont wanna make me angry, i'll cause a massive attack
yo'll def'nitely regret when i smack an axe in yo'r ass
like in a splatter movie, jag- saw learned all his moves from me, dude
Stop the Program, let me reboot... reformat and compute
Inserted back my intelligence to continue my creativeness
The girls are off the list. She's an unrated miss
I have different styles like a can of mixed nuts
EL Diablo= I have sinned again.
My Styles Tear You Up Leavin' Deep Cuts .
My Lyrics Are Sick, Sick Like a Cancer Patient .
Their satiric and quick, yours don't stand a chance their ancient.
I'm livin' it up, campin' out on top of this lyrical ladder
Aint thinking too much, making similes with similar patterns
Just killing the fashions attempting not to follow the leaders
Aint thinking too much, making similes with similar patterns
Just killing the fashions attempting not to follow the leaders
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