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insulting rage sweeps up common sense
i'll plaster your organs all over your front fence
stab you with the shards with no thought of offence
have people speaking about you using past tense
didnt you realise, or use common sense?
are you really that dense to incense my defence?
come on man, my rage is immense
and the blinding red haze is too thick to condense
with no thought of pretense i'll leave you underground
bury your body in a cemetary, you'll never be found
the mystery of your death engulfs the whole town
i'll slowly kill the talkers till the talk dies down
i'll take your breath away, yes that means you will drown
take you to the lake when there's no-one else around
choke your fat throat till you dont make a sound
slit it quick and clean till your wind pipe is found
i'll sneak up on you in the street near your home
stab you in the back with a highly sharpened stone
beat you over the head till you no longer moan
give you no opportunity to attempt to atone
i told you im prone to force entry into your dome
explode through the bone and into the unknown
into your deepest zone i'll hone this lone stone
until the late phone beeps its last tone
youre a scone, leave the sidewalk red with your jam
like a christmas ham i'll carve you up with my bare hands
chop off your fillets, serve my family steak dianne
leave your children as pissed as about 30 beer cans
since all this began i've acted as cool as a fan
cooling your body temperature till you can no longer stand
i spit fire on my captors till their whole body expands
reversing your result, resulting in a passing of exam
you aint even half a man
its like they left you with half a penis during the sex change exam
you'll never grow to be a military man in sudan
instead the military calls you anne of the army band
singing for the men and serving soup on demand
dont you understand? i own the upper hand!
to crash down on you if you are ever able to stand
block your tear gland with a gun, isnt that fun?
whats not fun is having to run before you succumb
to combat injuries, inflicted by me
cause i live my life by the decree of Mr T
but its ok i guarantee the last guy wont agree
thats because he has no tongue, he was a budding emcee
he dissed me on cd so i took both his feet
and because he couldnt run i helped myself to his physique
youre on a losing streak, and the season ends here
like this one moment will define your whole career
and it will, except it will be a little more severe
i hope ive made your fate a little more clear..
i'll plaster your organs all over your front fence
stab you with the shards with no thought of offence
have people speaking about you using past tense
didnt you realise, or use common sense?
are you really that dense to incense my defence?
come on man, my rage is immense
and the blinding red haze is too thick to condense
with no thought of pretense i'll leave you underground
bury your body in a cemetary, you'll never be found
the mystery of your death engulfs the whole town
i'll slowly kill the talkers till the talk dies down
i'll take your breath away, yes that means you will drown
take you to the lake when there's no-one else around
choke your fat throat till you dont make a sound
slit it quick and clean till your wind pipe is found
i'll sneak up on you in the street near your home
stab you in the back with a highly sharpened stone
beat you over the head till you no longer moan
give you no opportunity to attempt to atone
i told you im prone to force entry into your dome
explode through the bone and into the unknown
into your deepest zone i'll hone this lone stone
until the late phone beeps its last tone
youre a scone, leave the sidewalk red with your jam
like a christmas ham i'll carve you up with my bare hands
chop off your fillets, serve my family steak dianne
leave your children as pissed as about 30 beer cans
since all this began i've acted as cool as a fan
cooling your body temperature till you can no longer stand
i spit fire on my captors till their whole body expands
reversing your result, resulting in a passing of exam
you aint even half a man
its like they left you with half a penis during the sex change exam
you'll never grow to be a military man in sudan
instead the military calls you anne of the army band
singing for the men and serving soup on demand
dont you understand? i own the upper hand!
to crash down on you if you are ever able to stand
block your tear gland with a gun, isnt that fun?
whats not fun is having to run before you succumb
to combat injuries, inflicted by me
cause i live my life by the decree of Mr T
but its ok i guarantee the last guy wont agree
thats because he has no tongue, he was a budding emcee
he dissed me on cd so i took both his feet
and because he couldnt run i helped myself to his physique
youre on a losing streak, and the season ends here
like this one moment will define your whole career
and it will, except it will be a little more severe
i hope ive made your fate a little more clear..