| Stronger than morphine
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| Crazier than crack cocaine
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| Heavier than heroine
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| Dancing in your veins
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| Chasing the dragons
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| Dancing on your grave
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| Lace you with bangers
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| Necro and Ill motherfuckin' Bill
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| Lace you with madness The satanaic mephisto rap
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| Aristocrat of butchery malevolent monarch of murder, just kickin' back
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| Lounging the four pound packing scoundrel
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| Gore hound clapping your counsel
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| Wrapping you up, surround your grill
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| With bandages strapping you up, tie you up, deny you of freedom
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| I’ma find you with creations
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| The majestic dressed sick black gear baggy
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| Pessimistic blessed it react with fear when you see the maggie
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| Brutality Part One: Mentality Arsenic
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| Lyrical sarcophagus like Metallica with Cliff
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| Black masses uses for acid casket
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| Back draft flame rap hit the crack pipe glass blast it
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| An alien from another dimension
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| Experiencing tension with very serious blood drenching henchman
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| Mysterious, mystical, magical, miraculous
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| Some furious typical animals attack you for your shit
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| Stronger than morphine
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| Crazier than crack cocaine
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| Heavier than heroine
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| Dancing in your veins
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| Chasing the dragons
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| Dancing on your grave
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| Lace you with bangers
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| Necro and Ill motherfuckin' Bill
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| Lace you with madness A murderous brain
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| The mind of a surgeon turned insane
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| We spooked out like vultures and birds of prey
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| Burn your veins like heroine, my words are grey
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| They call me Ill 'cause I’m sicker than the germs in AIDS
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| Young Vader, if my gun ain’t in your mouth, keep it shut, hater
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| Take it down a notch, homie, be a thug later
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| Not here, take it elsewhere
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| They’ll find your legs, then your arms, then your mother, find your head next
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| year
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| A masterpiece cop, killa blast police
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| Laughing at the NYPD catastrophe
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| Lift you off your fucking feet like a tractor beam
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| I’m selling rap to teens like crack to fiends
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| Only after you lose everything is when you’re free to do anything that you want
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| and I’ma take it in blod
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| I’ll feed you a feast of middle fingers and Fuck You’s
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| Fuck off, faggot, put my foot in your face follow through
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| Stronger than morphine
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| Crazier than crack cocaine
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| Heavier than heroine
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| Dancing in your veins
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| Chasing the dragons
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| Dancing on your grave
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| Lace you with bangers
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| Necro and Ill motherfuckin' Bill
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| Lace you with madness You’ll catch a belligerent bludgeoning
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| By the metaphysical technician of execution, we’ll cut your spleen
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| Surgically cutting your brain purposelly
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| Nervously lobotomy fuckin' insane circuitry
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| Hip hop autopsy, rap cadaverous the maverick
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| Of gun poppin, I’m on a not having a kick
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| Entrepreneur gore rep it, tepid like a septic
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| Schizo, I’m a sicko technically prospected
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| Tried hard trying blow up in the NYC
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| I won’t stop until Jordan’s rockin' Ill Bills on his feet
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| The first fifteen minutes of saving Private Ryan
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| Hell fire island run up on you shooting and start a riot
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| I’m like John Lesley in his prime, emptying mines
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| Felony crimes are designed by the deadliest minds
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| Powerful weapon, my words are sharp to leave audiences of thousands headless
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| Murder from mouth to mouth to legends
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| Stronger than morphine
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| Crazier than crack cocaine
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| Heavier than heroine
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| Dancing in your veins
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| Chasing the dragons
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| Dancing on your grave
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| Lace you with bangers
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| Necro and Ill motherfuckin' Bill
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| Lace you with madness Wickends |