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Yeah, mic's on, one, two and the check's done
Showtime, ain't no need for a test run
New coat, new stains, and some fresh blood
Birds of a flock, they go mad for the breadcrumbs
Our poison's poured till we get drunk
Gonna learn where the chains on their neck from
Bring the bloodshed back like it's redrum
Radio static, that's a tune that the dead hum
They all loving me, tuning in to my messages
Phasing them out like doublespeak, misremember their etiquette
Deal in souls like it's currency, I'm removing their vestiges
Listening to the summaries,
They're learning who the Devil is
You don't wanna bet on it,
Leaving husks of men until the hope inside is derelict
Turning up the volume, so the sound you hear is deafening
Knock knock knock, when you hear 'em, then you let him in
Hide another skeleton, my closet's getting larger
Listen to the audience, they're canning all the laughter
Son another heretic, so listen to your father
Way I move like Reddit, I'm delivering 'em karma
I'm not a saint or a martyr, pray to your masters
Question my role, and then gave them the answer
They're not the snakes that I'm after
Broadcast their Hell, and then asked them to rate the disaster
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source mates?
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affection?
flirting?
teasing, playful banter?
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Yeah, OG don't dabble in bootlegs
I mean, my waves gonna carry the tune best
They be so scared, they having to choose death
Can't make a change, not cracking a few heads
Red and black, I leave it like roulette,
On the track, but never a duet,
Out my bag, a devil in new threads
I gonna ghost every note, like
βWhat will he do next?β
I'ma make 'em shake like a tremolo,
Put them in the grave by the second note
Do it every day, every episode
Keep on going up like a shepherd's tone
I be moving modal when I set the tone
Encore, encore, I'm the best in show
Sign off, and I left a note,
See the dead men hang like a telephone...
I swear, I testify:
It's not all just black and white!
I'll find a better life,
Just give the hand a shake!
Hate me, just get in line!
We're braced for better times!
Just keep your head up high,
And get up out my way!
They all want a hit of your pain!
Broadcast in a stereo haze!
Cry out if you're getting afraid
Turn the volume UP!
Hellfire isn't really just flames,
Right now, it's a city of stains
All primed for it being my stage...
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