20th CENTURION

Make a punk bitch bite the curb
 American History X
 Burning churches 'til they dirt
 Walk off and throw up the set
 Just another Sunday purge, I'm ISIS with blades and a neck
 Throw his body to the herd this what happens when you flex
 Fuck boy, I lace your mama's drink with LSD gave your sister mescaline
 Then chased her up and down the street
 Never sleep
 Stay on the creep to kill you sheep
 Mark of the beast
 Walking disease
 Hell is my theme
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 Gimme a cigarette, my nerves is bad
 What the fuck your name is, boy?
 I never heard of that
 Germ is back in the N.O. we made a murder pact
 She let out a nervous laugh
 Swimming in the deep like where the surface at?
 Make the sign of the cross and then I'm skrrtin' in the church's ash
 Let my soul escape I'm switching bodies like a hermit crab
 Home is where the dirt is at
 Lemme circle back to the days when I said "fuck the world"
 It's still me versus that
 Ruby stuntin' like a circus act
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 Who that there with all that flair?
 Stare into my eyes, I dare you
 Ride with the carbon
 Pistons in the hood
 Ben Wallace with me
 Just might shoot you down
 Don't make no sound
 Big gun sounds get to rushing, bitch
 It's nothing
 DirtyNasty$uicide
 It's you or I
 It's do or die
 Bitch, it's me
 I got hunnids and I heard your tank's on "E."
 Boot me down, I stomp you out
 Big body bitch hold on my heat
 Clap 'em with the ratty just for acting all types
 Of cheesy
 Better believe me, hoe
 Gimme the cheese and dope