Props to Redhooknoodles for the beat :) (0:29)Yeah, yo, (0:31)Like this, (0:32) Breakin out of fashion With a machete-flame filled bashin With the pumpkins we be smashin And the fortnight riding action Diggin' up the sturdy dirt Where your body soon will lurk Jerk the chainsaw, go to work Absurdity when I go beserk Blood will gush, my heart will rush Plus, I ain't the one, creatin' fuss Crossed the line, nah I'm just before Obsession with the art within your gore Locked it down, with a cocked back sound With a shock-track noun, and a knock-back loud As a laughed at moan, with a rap track loan And a bashed up phone, with a blank dial tone Breakin' out of passion These piles of bodies begin massin' See the neck begin it's rashin' With a noose-caused freestyle passin' Last of past and nights of fright And cries of might as they lie and die All the scare, too much to bare The loss of hair, the begun nightmare (1:36) Dreams are what they seem to be Until they see, they're close to me Bleeding like a sour vine An hour time for a sour mind, Breaking glass and a TP cast Where the nights are clever, the time is back The light is black, blade red in stabs Rap's in rehab, fallen off the map (1:53) I don't wanna go unless you follow me there I don't wanna be in, danger and bare Escape where I am but, there is where? I need to escape, this endless nightmare I must escape, this endless nightmare (2:16) Going back to the beginning Where man have lies and no excuse for sinning I am ...
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