CBR's..
peelin like they vegtable skinz
silent death, chemical wind
devil in the flesh, effortless metal spinz
peep my breath, so wretched, the stench of gin
hold it down like a wrestlin pin, bombin ether
chong cheifer, that vatican palm reader
dude that fuck with more bitches than dog breeders
that lion, that be jumpin on blond zebras
i pull out they thong, reach up
breathe slut, my mind's twisted n warped
still, im swift witta sword, scripts galore
hit the floor, i be runnin round pissed with fours
n a knack for inflictin gore
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