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To be blunt like a dull knife, this ain't no riddle.
Giving the finger, the one in the middle.
Words heat seeking, just like a missle.
Acidic, burn down to the gristle.
You can't play this game, poor handle, you can't dribble.
Slide your girl the numbers, later on give her the pickle.
My attitudes fickle, nigg@ I'll stick you, and him to.
Don't come shining through, on the avenue.
Ribs been touching, longer than them hunger commercials.
Pent up anger is no good, don't make me hurt you.
Have you Stripping, like them pole dancers do.
Down to your kicks, you heard me, now run them shoes.
Before those red and white lights come to defribillate you.
The good, the bad, and the ugly, processes I go through.
On the late night, thirsting for blood, like an animal.
I want my pound of flesh, straight cannibal.
Raised for the hardships of war, like Hannibal.
Put your head on my mantle, like a forest mammal.
If not, that means you was replaced by the burning candles.
The soul goes to heaven or hell, life's a gamble.
So stay tuned, to your local channel.
For news on the next dummy to get his life canceled.
For coming through, without his hand on the handle.
Two hands, infrared, the head vandal.
Painting city walls with intestinal artistical.
So many lights, and people, you'd think there was a festival.
Last seen carried through a vestibule.
Into a four wheeled chariot, for the burial.
