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I love Hunter S Tompsin!!!!!!THE BARON HAS SPOKEN!!!!!!! |
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kill the head with booze. |
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quadrant 77 - mistified one man and his 200 dollar keyboard |
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cut the head off, grows back hard, I am the hydra, now you'll see my star. |
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were in a middle of a fucking reptile zoo, and someone is feeding booze to these goddamn animals |
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what the hell? An alcholic hydra in a zoo? Children avert your eyes! |
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Kill the head, kill the body, and knows who I'ma ruin/ When I float like a dead body and sting like peroxide on wounds/ I'm rollin a fatty like death is comin believe it/ Recognize the chain of command I deliver the pain you're receivin Brain washing has officially begun/ Kid you peep a psycho holdin a butcher knife dancin like Re-Run/ It's rainin, as God pisses on earth/ I drop bile like a vagina dismisses at birth/ Devour my shower that's golden/ I'm puffing the sacks, rolled in/ smoldered flesh, holding the fresh, cancer-infested colon/ How can I make my point to you fools?/ I'll drop a dead A&R off a roof/ and on his chest it'll say, "Archrival rules!" I'm above the constitution My shit stays bubblin like burnt flesh My rhymes are acid in Clorox solution Your eyes will burn once the acid hits You'll be blinded like Rosie O'Donnell jumped up ten feet in the air and flashed her tits Life is shady G in 1973 my parents created me I've been flippin since 1983 I always took pain as a game When I was six I cracked my head open and looked in the mirror to see my brain Wonder why I'm like an icicle? At five I was hit by a car ridin my tricycle, a hit and run son Mad young in the hospital receivin stitches made me vicious Peeping cretons with Mephisto in their eyes made me suspicious Runnin through Glenwood PJ's, as a young buck I didn't dance that fresh, I burnt ants to death Taste me you will see more is all you need Dedicated to how I'm killin you! You're unhealthy you're a felon P.O. checks your bladder You're an addict; if you beat me I'll deliver you death on a platter The customer's always right but this time the customer's left on a stretcher gaspin for breath The cipher flows like rolly polly, kill yourself slowly Plus you're already dead if you're homely So bitch, there's a little red dot on your skull, so pray Most of New York's population is filled with mental patients pretendin to be normal, pretendin to be mental patients Gotthem got ra |
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.....and so on and so on. |
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Hey give it up / shoot it down / downtown hound / killing off rubies with a canyle morphyde / c - haxatyle is the deal / shove your foot n ya head will heal / nostrils comin up like a bad dream / radiation n decimal strategies r all peaches n cream / zzzzzzzz..... |
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hahaha...hhaha |
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I hear echoes of the Titsworth vs Archrival topic.... :) |
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I like Hunter S. Thompson too. If any of you remeber my trouble with my girlfriend thread the "Friend" still has my "Songs of the Doomed" by Hunter S. Thompson. Grrr! |
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