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what they told me, huh I'm totally gone, I'm in another zone nigga put me on this We layin' stick, my lyrics is heat Havin' visions of ritual mirrors
what they told me huh! I'm totally gone, I'm in another zone nigga put me on this We layin' stick, my lyrics is heat Havin' visions of ritual mirrors
the palms sway too and fro. And the island men are so handsome, they make you really know, what it's like not to be left lonely as they sing soft and
thinkin 'bout paychecks Niggas large like an Adex Avirex jacket Yo the gods they bust like latex sex packets Emcees they don't rhyme and ball, they lyin' to y'all They
] [Chorus] Ohhohohohohoh! I'm being... I'm being chased by seven kids high on kool-aid But then they're not crazy cause they're high on kool-aid But then they're not crazy they
If I was a Serial Killer I'd be known as the smoker Cause I'd cut off and smoke all they hair and if I was a Serial Killer I would sleep on broken glass
Twenty-four seve, the same shit, playin' the strip livin' dangerous Bottle after bottle, soon became a ritual The patterns we follow, others found 'em difficult I guess it's obvious as
words of the ritual Smelt the ball, blunt the knife Let the cudgel wear away Terrorize man, wild animals And reptiles shake in terror Why they don't
your pain you hide inside i'm the misery that haunts you when you sleep alone at night your rituals and your exorcisms, to me they don't mean shit i
for a clue. As soon as it failed to appear, the faithful fell under the spell of public execution. It had been an eternity filled with useless ritual,
concrete They reside on Lake Street To the way we close our eyes to sleep And drift through Deep Space 9 type shit To find this I've been around for as
ritual wake They've broken all the promises they made. I was driven away to distraction and Couldn't see we were all laid to waste, Never sleeping, I
their rifles, thousands of them line the pavement, like patients pupae waiting to become worms (I feel good as new, good as new, good as new, good as
it down to the bunk for the crooks wit' the goals of a angel Eat. Sleep. Fuck. Structural droids; more bangs for the buck But they want a last stegosaurs
miles from here (back in the Cradle of Democracy) it's another banner year for a cottage industry ? a ritual at the corner of George and Constantine - as
in the truck quick, fuck you suck dick, hah You ain't got no wins in mi casa Que te pasa, hah ha.. [sunkiss] I'm as wicked as hitler first born Cause
