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A two ғᴀᴄᴇᴅ repertoire 
ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ sᴀɪᴅ
ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ɪɴsᴛᴇᴀᴅ
ᴀ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴛᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ
ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ sʜᴀᴘᴇᴅ ᴠᴏᴍɪᴛ
ᴡʜʏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴇᴅs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ sᴀɪᴅ
ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏғ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇxᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ
Shower when you get too wet
Hypocrite see my lips in your repend
Cower when your cued next 
You crossed out what was on mind
Speak only when its a ryhme
Come on over when you cross that line
Spilling secrets reading my mind
Thinking up ways to be victimized
Dont you know its only your kind
Drifting through the would be cause
Smoking targets dead past dead wrong
Your reflux awoken to a rush wrath long gone over
Beyond your shake the tolls take
The fuck back lash temper of a weathered down ragged half eaten bastard
of a ran withered slashed man erased amongst men chosen by the rectified cashings of submerged cake rottings has beens ass craftings 
Wrinkled and sprinkled the seized pinata keeps reaping up tolls
Chaos chaos the sudden pause again
You custard pie me now
Tell me your what's in your instinct when fed
Now when is it in your sacrament in your blink in your gas tank a fully automatic plead verbal intake to be fueled sped beyond mend used to mislead
mower raising that line in fresh blood red
Your kind remains fair in rays of fine bribe
remote values overseiged 
in a queue smell of visine
your inner workings the clashing of a Heaven feathered in rewind
These shadows rise a cast of clouds vast in lurking to a summonning of a vine
This hex like weed is a grazing for the mourners
Mourning the mornings they got lost embalming within the skin these moronic monsters in the shed and under the covers and in bullet lead
Cocaine smoke and vodka taste
Cocaine and vodka with no smell to intake
Make a run for it in your waste you piss out what you haste
A doe dame damned shamed she shambled a shchemed up reason to raise high up a glanced over clasp to be held
Cigareste taste and yellow haze embrace a cree of lame disgrace
Caught on to me and cranked my clock around past when we'll see till ill tempered wrapped in a nurture cleanse these sequences play pretend 
Reaped repeat raped revenge to the chopped off time ticking head