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Obituary
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| Bullituary (Remix)
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Ha Ha. Only true, only true Obituary and
Diablo D., Skinner T, wants some pleasure.
Bastard cycle.
Profession of a make of myself.
...well with a spell...clocked in.
Evil men, evil deeds, evil time to grieve.
...to kills fells.
With a deal, with the bloods all stale.
...fell.
A 1000 caps of hell.
On the wheel of the women Apocalypse.
Ill split this shit or Ill take your life.
Either way you shoot it you know its all childs play.
Hey, Ill make you say.
Leave that guy alone,
bring him along and bring him to a new home
in the darkest depths of hell.
I call your bluff, so youll bounce like breasts.
I got a back like a tree and arms are like a fucken chests.
So who the fuck would have guessed.
I call the bug. Im a Johnny Quest.
Im obsessed with a bitch in your nest.
So gamble the rent.
I figure show the bitch the bastard, when you go packin.
Go packin with a hole proof vest in which.
Were gutless and heartless. My homestead is heartless.
...any nigga from the... ...assumption... think were trolls.
And I think we take control...
Either way Im taken a shit.
We can at least shut the door. In case it sounds like a hit.
I digress, here I go again, with the tall breath.
Sickle cell the proud all your lyrics for your death.
So keep your self open. I come and puke.
So looking like youre smoken, rocks, while Im broken.
Youre broken and choken. Ha, youre soaken.
Stuck my hand out like a vulcan.
Spock did he box. ...the voicebox... youre funny.
The other day I aint no heartbreaker, but I wont be by.
Once more fry. ...to for... box.
So my body could be disintegrated and it hurts to hold my madness.
Destiny, feel disgrace.
Im the one thats fallen.
Im the one in pain.
Im the one thats going.
Forces decay in pain, by the light.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
Suffer is cold.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
Theres colors.
See it in his face.
Drifting through the sorrow.
The visions yet display.
It strips the soul completely empty.
Sirens rage in vain.
Drifting through the sadness.
Violence fills the sky.
Torturing, the voice rang out
My servents they are blind.
...check out his head blow. Cock like a reload...
Im the man with hands. Suffer is cold
...my bloods flowing... ...slice you...an amateur ...breath it...
Searing his face.
...madman. Im the bitch, fuck a dumptruck.
...soapbox... a flesh eating virus, Osiris,
a tiller, the champion blood spiller, Godzilla.
Fortified breakfast miller, a killer.
...an animal, I hand them all an animal.
I manhandled... Drowning...others records.
So check it... ...these days, hell I excele, Im cataclysm.
Ha, I best it, I cross it. The acid I drop it.
I ...it, stop it. While you bob it.
I make a... with this shit and then I sharp it, yeah.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
Bullituary, Obituboys.
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29.Sep.2001 00:09:50 |
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