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Uploaded on Oct 17, 2010
Lyrics: VERSE 1: My TWISTED SPIT SHIT ain't a COMMON COMMODITY, raped by COLLOQUIES, when they FONDEL INSIDE OF ME, it's a PROBLEM OF SODEMY, my role MODEL IS DAHMER B, GOBBLE BOTTLES OF DOLOPHINE, a star like ASTRONOMY, OUGHTA BE, never FOLLOWIN' POLICIES, said you cut me in zig zag's? HONESTLY, where's that SLALOM you SOLEMNLY PROMISED ME? IMMA BE an UNCOMMON ANAMOLE, that has a HOBBY of ROBBIN' THE PHARMACY. Kickin' in CROTCHES,I'm CROTCHETY and may be an IMPOSTER POSSIBLY, PROPERLY PROCTOR SONNETS like I GOTTA PHILOSOPHY, take a TOXIC BOX OF THESE, NOXIC KLONOPINS, it makes A LOTTA PEEPS, NAUSCIOUS if ya SWALLA, 3 when you're WALLOWIN' in SORROWS 'n' PROBLEMS B, trippin' when the DOCTOR SCREAMS, that I'm BOTTOMIN', askin' where the COTTON and OXY CONTIN BE, take this WATER and SWALLOW THESE, try to WADDLE away hit the BOTTOM OF THE "WALL" 'N' "STREET" just like the fuckin' MODEST ECONOMY, C'MON just FOLLOW ME.
Chorus: Welcome to the circus, observe as as we search for a person that we can hurt with words,, We the co ringmasters, blasters of bastards seeing hazard in wearing hats ass backwards, Far from your grandma's event, we thinkin' outta the box when we chillin' under the tent, To the bitches, dicks, women, girls and boys flirtin', sit back, listen and enjoy the circus,
Verse 2: (BPitt) It feels great to be home, I'm in the zone when you're out of it, I'll rip a fake rapper, make his paper counterfeit, That sound is fit for dudes claimin' that they down to spit, I showed 'em my verse, but they didn't like the sound of it, I'm mysterious like two twin tower hits, I get the crowd goin', I'm seducin' and arousin' it, I climbed Olympus, left the Greek Gods powerless, Devour this, I told Hades hell was getting' showered in, You got an hour, quick! It's tickin' to a minute, They bouta hit the power switch, click, lights dim, ...Ayo was that the fuckin' white kid?!?! I betcha he's a cop yall, watch ya back for spike strips, Race wars like Usain Bolt and Tyson (Gay), They're on the track but I don't hear you give em my shit, Oedipus picked out my eyelids remind me, My voice is killin' it like mythological Sirens.
Verse 3: (u235): Aiyo, Can you hear the DEVIL DEMONS SCREAMIN'? BIRETTA SEEMS TA GLEAM 'N', will DISHEVEL SCENES OF HEBRON, SPECIAL DREAMS I'M DREAMIN', blood VESSELS STREAM 'N' BLEEDIN', KEFLEXES got my REFLEXES, a REBEL FIEND DEFEATIN', My HEAT-SEEKING'S, SEEKIN' ta SEQUIN a SEQUENCE, FREQUENTLY LEAVIN' LESIONS on REGIONS, RECENTLY REAPIN' FA REASONS, blades SETTLE UNSHEATHED 'N' SEEPIN', then stab to BETTER BEAT THE LEGIONS, and they HEAD'LL BE IN PIECES, THEN I'LL BE RECEIVIN', SEVERAL SEVERED PEEPS IN SEASON. GET A MEDAL for all the METAL I've BEEN CONCEIVIN'; like METAL as in LEAD'LL CREASE your PLEATS IN, THAT'LL BE so PLEASIN', THEN HE'LL go AHEAD 'N' BEHEAD A KEEN POLICEMAN. HE NEVER SEEN ME CREEP IN, on his BEGGAR KNEES 'N' PLEADIN', want the gun? LET HIM FREAKIN' SEE IT, BETTER HE COMPLETE IT, LEAVE MORE C4 BEFORE, takin' his CHEDDAR CHEESE then LEAVE HIM, I'm off my rocker, same LEVEL as STEEPEST DEEP ENDS.