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1•300•Liquidate
Grim Salvo & Bruxism
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(In some cases, extreme high blood sugar can lead to coma or death)
(Other risks include decreases in white blood cells, which can be serious)
(Dizziness upon standing, seizures, trouble swallowing)
(And impaired judgment or mo—)
(Comin' again, -gain)
(Check the hard menace)
(One two, one two, this is how we do it)
(They can never get past the line of screamin')
(Bam bam, bam bam, baahhh!)
(Check it out)
My bones itch so deep, couldn't scratch the spot
Like the walls full of termites and blackened rot
Woke up for the credits, guess I lost the plot
Throwing hands with the shadows in apartment blocks
I can't talk, tongue tied like my taste is locked
I pace in shock, every neuron in my brain blocked
Bitch I'm fucked
Sicker than a dog with mange
My skin crawls like a cripple, I'm a man deranged
I'm surrounded by actors with plastic vision
They're acting dismissive and capping on their flaccid positions
And frantically paddling over the rapids and back to the bridges
A candlelight vigil
'Cause you sold it down the river for some digits
Generation no-hope
Scoring dope in No-Po
Life on the queasy, my brother strung out like a yo-yo
Got your girl on her knees in my dojo, that's a low blow
Cold carbonite Don Juan Solo
I got the rebound
I'm chillin' on the other features
I am my brother's student
And I am my brother's teacher
Lying through my teeth if I say I'm pleased to meet ya
Gang green swamp thing
I smell the fear and I'll eat ya
Now check it
"Baby, why they call you Mossback?"
Bitch I'm a rock, I stay wet
Liquidate upon contact
Immortal combat
Step into the swamp vat
Her kitty a Shop-Vac
With the mind of a swamp rat
I'll take you to Venice but you're gonna walk back
(Comin' again, -gain)
(Check the hard menace)
(One two, one two, this is how we do it)
(They can never get past the line of screamin') (yeah, yeah)
(Bam bam, bam bam, baahhh!)
(Check it out)
Oooh got 'em!
Bleeding through their facial features like a disease got on us
Like we just keep on committing acts of treason in the plaza
No hoe, go take a breather
Plain to see that we slaughter
If none of your shit not even be hittin', then just don't bother
Demon born screaming up under the freeway, come to kill shit
Tilted up on a pair of stilts
I'm looking for MILDRED
I don't even know what's going on
So long, I feel sick
The drill bit couldn't fulfill me
And now you're fucked because I'm still pissed!
Punctuated his jugular vein down by the seesaw
Yeah with a pair of tweezers
"Nah, that's what he saw"
Mandela County catalogue
Give seizures at my leisure
Prey animal mentality
Fumbling around through the jungle
Mumbling 'bout your own mortality
I plot when I go on walks
Bringing life to anomalies
Yeah Sleutho on a whole 'nother plane
Need at least three lobotomies
One little pop straight to the top and that boy a goner, or he's gotta be
I'll blow my brains out my head so you can see how I think
Go to sleep in the bed, wake up by the sink
I'm on the brink, don't know what I have to give it
Thousand words deep but the picture unfinished
I give up, itching for the trigger like a stickup
The gun in my mouth tastes better than the liquor
I'll call my liquidator on the phone for a pickup
Doctor please, I just really need a re-up
(—can lead to coma or death)
(Doc- Doctor please, I just really- really need a re-up)
(Doctor please, I just really need a re-up)
(Doc-, Doc-, Doc-, Doc-)
(Doctor please, I just really need a re-up)
(Comin' again, -gain)
(Check the hard menace)
(Doctor please, I just really need a re-up)
(Doc-, Doc-, Doc-, Doc-)
(Bam bam, bam bam, baahhh!) (Doctor please, I just really need a re-up)
(To address a possible life-threatening condition)
(Or if you have uncontrollable muscle movements)
(As these can become permanent)
(Permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent)