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Hate got a saint thrown off the gate,

that's an understatement,

God knob furnace hot, that's tough,

Banal stuff, ain't no prayin',

just menace stuff, just came to fuck,

concealing nun', Satan kill my nemesis,

he, underrated as fuck,

Candles on table, visions of bodies burning up,

label me a crook, Dick hard by shotty's,

inspired by fire, Blunt I fill it up,

humble, manic, problematic,

hyperactive, calm stuck, in the same vent,

understand my rise to occasion,

Can't, be done if hell

is in my lungs, and ale

slip down my tongue, a pill,

relax my sleeping,

upbuild, a wall cause even,

At home alone, I wear my chain of stone,

Paper green I see deprive me,

Insecurity and hopes, creeping through my sheets,

Twist and Shout like an Isley, I be,

hearing steps in the dark, meeting demons midnight at a park,

so they can come find me,

Prolly not around, gallow bound to fail,

Die, feet upheld, by some above,

or It's hell, or It's done, who I kill,

is son, moms and sister, all in one stone,

 

blow, gun smoke like Durden dome,

Done run on from home,

Gil Scotch, Shoot Heron, til I feel right,

No walls to explode my forehead on,

don't appeal, to me when you say,

to me, don't do that,

would you rather catch my junkie in,

twillight, under the moon light,

walking through tunnel you like, who that,

Goon, before me, tool in hand,

must be karma that, sent him on me,

Push and puller rudiment,

Finna do, more noise than a pin do,

Got no friends with common sense,

who you depend on,

God or friends with common sins,

Fool or prominent winners, that don't get week old,

like promises in minutes,