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Made You Look Lyrics

The Llama you came to drag me to Hell
Demons attack where sanity dwell
Humanity fell from the mouth of a ? profanity hill
That was fist-raised jaggedy nail
Illuminati grail, seven seal nations battle Gods with Devil"s ?
Rebels sprayed by a**assins with shells
Crazy adolescents that kill, Mac 11"s and pills
Everything William Cooper was talking about then is happening now
Malachi York was way ahead of his time, truth is wild
How both of them have been discredited and edited
Yeah Nostradamus ? irrelevant
There"s a reason it"s called programming propaganda loop
Random truth, cannibal Xanadu, Channel 2 cameras who multiple panel view
Jumping out of planes without a parachute
Born with an attitude landing at ground zero latitude
That dude got his head smashed in the door
His b**** swore she ate Britney Spears" p**** in the bathroom at Pure
Attention w****s always asking for more
Sniff around on all fours acting like she wanna vacuum the floor
A Suicide Girl into Charles Manson and p***
She like Nas so she dance to this song, listen
[Verse 2: Slaine]

Yo my knuckles are sore from punching m************ in the jaw
Ruin these jeans, slipping on a slippery floor
They gave me four six figures and Syphilis sores
Walking through the f****** halls b**** big as a horse
Sniffing the raw, never made me different before
Now I act like an a****** with the criminal thought
I think when I drink I think I drink too much
These cops always wanna watch me and clink me up
Am I being paranoid? Do I think too much?
While these p****** pushing me and being pink too much
I"m a rebel on the rhythm swinging, sting you up
Be careful and fearful of all the things you trust
Y"all mixed race cats coming to my show s***-faced
Come and get your face fixed, fix face mixtape
All of y"all sucking on my hog, how my d*** taste?
Get your teeth displaced if my f****** fist breaks
I"mma beat you down with the elbow or Shelltoe
Forehead, f****** ?, who the hell knows?
Broken cheeks, backbones, hip disc, crack phone
You can"t even walk in the kitchen when you"re back home
Imagine if you killed me just how p***** my villains be
How many times your wife will be raped and where all your children be
I"m a hundred percent, you"re a one in a million, G
And you can"t f*** with me or my DMS crew neither
You"re too p**** and too beaver
Get the f*** out of here you, I"m done rapping you f***** m************
Get the f*** out of here
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