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but i cant be stopped now not locked up in prison
in kitchen, what now?
cooking breakfast i'm bestest chef there is wow
grab my glock on no thats guac
awaken with the bacon take in flavours
then get baking put the cake in
making the angel cake
not praising the devil awake
not smoking the dope im not baked only bake
only smoking i stoke is the meat in my safe
in streets in the night im the one running away
only drink for the flavour "get drunk" is insane
my body is a temple ya
feed it fresh food only got the best stuff
my body is a temple ya
feed it fresh food only got the best stuff
check the temperature
just check my temper what
got that cool calm collected
mac 11 no its mac and cheese
my hunger make my mind sort of unexpected
unprotected from the voices rats in my head
tie me up feed me bread
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Leaving/Living
02:04
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I take a sip of water no no no more room for slaughter
only drugs up in my system is the no drugs that for sure sir
serving community that is me
every night im giving little dogs a little hug and a treat
that will be 9:30 everybody time to go to sleep
counting sheep wake up early gonna damage me
fix it with a cup of the tea
notice that i forgot to pay my bills open and see
utilities many fees grab my wallet grab the card i can make it squeeze
oh please
making up my lunch them im at front door
hunched over grab the little metal keys and plug em in the front door
what a beautiful day sun gleaming and the birds singing
always stay sober give my life meaning
im not praising the devil some say that im gentle
no pedal to metal not special or feral
no face tats just face facts earn money pay tax and eat packs
of barbeque shapes for little snack
no im not salty dont care if you roll me
i still nice to your face cant ever insult me
no still im the old me you cannot control me
im watering plants in my shirt socks and undies
skrrrrrt
drive the speed limit never beat women
never be the villain demon lover
never eat raw chicken
finger licking like dog really living
make a real living never own sports car
only 06' red corolla skrrt
to the milk bar with a quarter
buy hot chicken
finger licking like dog really living
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Bath Salt Zombie
02:48
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so we packed up run away
head is in the clouds
riding shotgun hotbox in the whip we skipping town
sunny skys no frowns everybody get around
esky in the back
got some drinks
got the drugs
even got the bags of snacks
got no care in the world yeah
getting high
got my buddies beside
yeah tonight's a good night
getting wasted
stab my buddy strip him naked
curb stomp my buddy's body till
it merges with the pavement
stick my finger in, taste it
its the cops run
the boys in blue be taken my fun
cock my gun not here to stun
not leaving one
gonna stay till the sun comes up yeah
feel the summer air against my blood soaked hair
its not fair bath salt zombie
got strength like a bear
rip the arm off of my best buddy
use it as a weapon like im playing hockey
the coppers calling back up
im not gonna back up no way
shoot me down
one bullet to my crown
not leaving
keep creeping marching forward till i stop breathing
the copper looking what he done
im not getting back up no way
just looking around at the carnage
the police man sit there looking stunned
taking the life of the young away
doesnt matter im dead and i did drugs
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so i dig the little flower grave and plant em in the dirt
damn it hurt
got the sun beating down
sweating out my shirt
body's burning
stomach churning
my head is swirling
got the heat stroke but its only winter
why the f*** this hurting
time to get dirty
before I hit thirty
go to flower shops
buying pots
enough to fill the caribbean sea
look at me
let me be
im still masculine enough to cut a mother f****** tree
square me up
turn it up
roll a blunt
burn it up
plantin trees
still on my knees
im a hippy
I sell you weed
how much you need
how much you need
im a hippy
how much you need
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The Puppeteer
03:36
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I wanted my whole life to feel like a movie
that I’m George Clooney damaged I’m a loony
it takes a lot of time just to figure it out
I’m a puppet not Geppetto pulling strings I’m giving out
Imma little wooden boy devils play-toy unemployed
slave to the man I’m not annoyed just trapped
can’t see out my eyes not puttin fires out
fire gonna be my demise
either got a hand up my crack yeah
on occasion got them ropes around my neck yeah
can’t do anything can’t say anything
can’t take anything to take the edge of everything
i'm running out of town
already feeling halfway down
what you gonna do with me ya
what you gonna do with me ya
find happiness in trust
can’t catch me and I go puff
sever ties I want to be a boy
spirits die woodchipper go up in dust
I wanted my whole life to feel like a movie
that I’m George Clooney damaged I’m a loony
it takes a lot of time just to figure it out
I’m a puppet not Geppetto pulling strings I’m giving out
when I fall down
please don’t help me up
Flames engulf my lungs
see the devil horns speaking in tongues
Runnin downtown
no place to stay feeling like a little bit of a bum
pickin up a phone call 666
ain’t nobody gonna respond they playing tricks
that ain’t right
lost in sight
lost my vision
no sight
in the park yeah
see a spark yeah
murder in the streets
it’s so dark here
ain’t nobody rare
that’s a lie yeah
everyone struggle
problem popping everywhere
puppeteering and ventriloquism
give the devil exorcism then execute him
with cross of my making
and newfound addiction
go blao blao blao blao blao blao
lay down and shoot him
I wanted my whole life to feel like a movie
that I’m George Clooney damaged I’m a loony
it takes a lot of time just to figure it out
I’m a puppet not Geppetto pulling strings I’m giving out
when I fall down
please don’t help me up
when I fall down
please don’t help me up
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