The man silent, kill him with what I mentally says Bloody Fez, choke you like and Indian rez Kamach, animal Turk, sick with a cannibal smirk Welcome, this where the murderers lurk Its my mind, to make sure that the Sun can work Scorch bodies, leave all of your gunmen hurt Pharaoh sultans, create a serious cult jam And my hand is where the tears and the pope ran They stay watching like they keep me on a scope cam Im in heaven with the angels that smoke grams You need God, thats why the earth so damned International, trying to get my flow banned Thats cool, if I dont kick these prayers A lot of flood and famines gonna hit these years Kamachi back on the chapel stairs Open the clouds, let the thunder clap your ears. Jedi mind...
Posted on: Tue, 23 Dec 2014 15:31:21 +0000
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