Move that body, work that body, girl Twist that body, shake it, shawty Move that body, work that body, girl Twist that body, shake it, shawty All my
You ready homie? Yup My first mission runnin' through the hood to smoke jack With memories poppin' in my head recall that Late night creepin' through
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AM, ORGANIC ELECTRICITY My eyelids expose - the circumfrence My mind tends to bend - irreverant! Unparalleled - chaotic! My fairy tale - psychotic Lifespan - infinity I am, ORGANIC
Descend upon the village on a mission of death Setting fire to their homes, attacking the men We hear their women screaming as we hack off their heads
This getting older, ain?t for cowards This getting older, there's a lot to go through Ain?t a gonna need this body much longer Ain?t a gonna need this
Knee-deep in blood I wade My defecation is spilled all over Tons of viscera swoop down on me As I start to nourish, I involuntarily begin... to burst
makes him grinm Sucking out the torn vagina Fuzz mixed with blood paraphernalia With a body-axe she gets halved Jellied fluids and organs appear Sack
Stench of decay spreads in the air Faccal bespattered bodies cold & bare A passioned undertaker exhibits his darned corpses Decorated dainty - pictures
sockets To drench them in this bloody mess Consume omphalic string of the newborn Eructate shreds of ribald flesh Veneral organs - smirched with sabulous
The light of the sun - is so cold down here My dirty desert tongue - licking like dogs forever Open wounds never heal - for a slave in its flesh The scent
Purify! Earth inferno! Into the void! Plunge into darkness cold! Into darkness, light visible! A divine remedy! Cleansed of all impurities! Evaporate
This conversation always ends with goodbyes You're standing here behind the door You're waiting with your robe Maybe you just have to sleep In someone
Couldn't get in the show We had nowhere to go Hangin' out in the street We were just out havin' fun In the Miami heat We were just kickin' the shit Four
To them we're paper, numbers in a profit margin. We fill their pockets & keep their bank accounts enlargin'. No one controls them, they're on the inside
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Can't you see, you're not free you ain't never gonna be I'm not gonna bend to fit society I'm not gonna remove what's deep inside of me money's your god
Every day the brainwash trend, repeating the words put into my head never thinkin about what they mean monotone, like a damn machine i stood in line,