| Bandanas and barrels
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| Gladiators, cowboys with Rugers
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| Paranoid shooters
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| Caucasoid mutants with Uzis
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| Die in action with the eye-patch and eyeglass, then my assassins rhyme ratchet
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| without sirens and the badges ?)
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| Read the signs of a savage
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| Aligned to the tragic
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| Put cyanide in your sandwich
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| Cause a riot on your campus
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| Fist of fury when the crystal blurry, catch a pistol, hurry
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| Fuck quantum physics and theory we minds is fucking for-really
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| Dust the ganja and philly’s with Russian mafia villains
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| (? Right into to the Kremlin ?)
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| Coke’ll take you right into the emblem
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| We the righteous to rebel, yet when we strike it then we tell them
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| Drop your swords or we’ll be forced to leave you lifeless and dismembered
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| Satanic messages spoken loudly with intros
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| Automatic weapons is pokin' out of my tinted windows
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| Jack Daniels with some coke and some lime
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| My rituals are older than time, it’s spoken in rhyme
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| Who’s hungry let’s eat
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| Break bread pass it down chew the food then breath
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| And that’s the feed of the morning (who's thirsty)
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| And that’s the feed of the morning
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| Talk shit, breathe, and live with conviction
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| Lancer, dissident, reminiscing at the friction between love and hate
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| The gate oppression
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| The infestation of injustice
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| The blind accustoms between religion and state
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| The poisonous cake that we possess with the desire to overindulge
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| She’s fine, the mirror’s sneaky, consults the ass and titties should be more
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| bulge
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| The frivolous search for the fountain of youth
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| Constrain the beat of a pulse to a pulp
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| Pockets choke dream’s croak
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| The question of life’s purpose decided by desire
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| They call it peace of mind
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| Distracted by greed
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| Envious deeds, self sympathy and foolish pride
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| We plead with God to survive
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| We’re side by side ourselves
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| To coincide with our old lives
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| Ride the tide ‘til it concedes, concede in to all the demons inside |