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trigganometry - bad breed lyrics

{intro}
i want to play a game. so far in what could loosely be called your life you’ve made a living watching others. society would call you an informant, a rat, a snitch. i call you unworthy of the body you possess, of the life that you’ve been given. now we will see if you are willing to look inward rather than outward to give up the one thing you rely on in order to go on living. the device around your neck is a death mask. the mask is on a spring timer. if you do not locate the key in time, the mask will close. think of it like a venus flytrap. what you are looking at right now is your own body, not more than two hours ago. don’t worry, you’re sound asleep and can’t feel a thing. taking into account that you are at a great disadvantage here, i’m going to give you a hint as to where i’ve hidden the key, so listen carefully. the hint is this… it’s right before your eyes. how much blood will you shed to stay alive, michael? live or die, make your choice

{verse 1: nocturnal}
[?] like the cancerous [?]
[?]
[?] flesh [?] to the brains
now i’m a necro destructure [?]
[?]
[?] pleasures [?]
[?] fetus
[?] feeding
[?] challenger
[?] i’ll f*cking stab her
[?] who knows
[?] rappers
[?]
[?] depictions
surrounded by [?] darkness [?]
[?] help [?]
[?] surrounded by [?]
[?] i rabble [?]
[?]
[?] to life
[?] f*ck around
[?] of a wh0re
[?], nervous, fear
[?] sickness [?]
[?], i’ll be in there
{chorus}
one, trigger, two, trigger, three, trigger, bleh!

{verse 2: nightmare}
my metaphors so sharp when i swing swords
and cut through umbilical cords
from the grave, i’m raised in the seminars
the chainsaw remains, the blood stains in the rain storm
so take in vain
flesh {?} sinned as you disappear as you walk in acid rain
i’ll bring the pain, take the razor blade to your neck
[?] bleeding now through your jugular veins
surrounded by demons stabbed you with hypodermic needles
you’ll catch an aerial with the sting of a thousand mosquitos
attack like juggalo [?] body [?]
it’s nightmare here the life of a dying breed
feeds the world where if the grim reaps, i’ll rest in peace
[?] speaks in tongues from the belly of the beast
with triple six is the crew so now you like this eastward

{chorus}
one, trigger, two, trigger, three, trigger, four
men just got beef, we bring out the chainsaw
graveyard style will still remain more
mcs got {?}, we stay horrorcore
one, trigger, two, trigger, three, trigger, four
men just got beef, we bring out the chainsaw
graveyard style will still remain more
mcs got {?}, we stay horrorcore, what?

{interlude}
you motherf*cker! where is he?! where is he?! that’s a problem you’re gonna have to solve before it’s too late. he has about two hours before the gas creeping into his nervous system begins to break down his body tissue and he begins to bleed from every orifice he has. oh, yes. there will be blood

{verse 3: cloud zero}
trigger two, trigger one, trigger zero is done
when i’m running off my tongue, [?] and then he won
that’s right, in the [?] everyday in my life
[?] black destination precise
i’m through your mind from [?] you need patience
realize the lives of the f*cking freemasons
the deprivations deprived all their nations
but it’s getting me forsaken when i’m severing at veins
now they’re checking him with satan but where’s cloud zero?
he disappeared in the clearing of a mist
and appeared in the clearing in a distance with a chit
that’s it, but there’s still four parts to ring
so i might as well [?] how dark it is
[?] the deepest spit, how deep is spit
the satan here, we’ll hit him hard like squeezing fists
[?] releasing clips and sh*t
{chorus}
one, trigger, two, trigger, three, trigger, four
men just got beef, we bring out the chainsaw
graveyard style will still remain more
mcs got {?}, we stay horrorcore

one, trigger, two, trigger, three, trigger, four
men just got beef, we bring out the chainsaw
graveyard style will still remain more
mcs got {?}, we stay horrorcore, what?
yo
one, trigger, two, trigger, three, trigger
*gunshots*

[instrumental]

[outro]
ready or not… here i come…
*breathes*

- bad breed lyrics

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