Entrails made of Double entendres
Double lives, Triple personalities
Four quarters for each departed fatalities
transmuting fails and fallacies into equalities
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Trading blows with the reliquary
from my mind palace
Tracing names for the obituary
from my mind palace
Death notes materialize into reality
from my mind palace
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Never forget, never forgive
Fugyz is there, Fugyz is here
24/7, Five days a week
Diabolical 666% of the rhyme
I'm sleek with no reason or time
for the meek weak freaks which reek
Seven severed chords
according to my records
Revolutionary methods
to break records
eight infinities per second
On my way to my six-to-Nine grind
Packing a Tenner in a joint
Plotting from the palace in my mind
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Trading blows with the reliquary
from my mind palace
Tracing names for the obituary
from my mind palace
Death notes materialize into reality
from my mind palace
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Being sound asleep by Eleven
Right after a fuck with Armageddon
sounds just like heaven
Yet this anaconda is never dormant
I'm a dominant punk
I need like Twelve million pumps
T-t-take it in that trunk!
I was Thirteen twenty years ago
Still I don't really feel like so
I'm a really real young soul
Entropy has a loophole!
It doesn't really matter
if I have a purpose or a goal
My body may decay, that's for sure
The trick is not to let the essence grow old!
Be bold, shit the mold, don't fit the mold
(Be gold, golden!)
rise and shine from my molten skin
Akin to Anakin, if you know what I mean!
Fourteen hours from now I'll return somehow
I am permanent, no doubt
So don't run your mouth, things might go south
This Death Angel may reap what you sought
I was Fifteen and never thought about the other's fables
I always brought to the table my own way to turn the tables
flip the script
remain stable through thick and thin
666Teen and back, that's a fact from within!
As a matter of fact, you're all whack
I've got a knack for a stomping act
I whack-a-mole, crack nazi skulls
spat gnats into black holes
Severed in Seventeen styles
sliced in several pieces
bitten by bile and guile
Eighteen victims all over the place
Look into my eyes, look at my face
Face how I despise you all with vile grace!
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Trading blows with the reliquary
from my mind palace
Tracing names for the obituary
from my mind palace
Death notes materialize into reality
from my mind palace
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Existence itself conveyed as a dream
Created to converge conversions
since Nineteen Ninety Three
Until forever and ever effortlessly
Mentally beautiful, specifically unique
strictly spitting the sickest serendipities
Before it was even 4-20!
By Twenty One we're considered capable humans
Mostly wishing for good omens
But we're only human
men desiring
destroying, plotting
loving for women
Tempted to empty the tank
Twenty Two, Twenty Three
Twenty four times a day
Licking peaches
like they were apples
to keep the doctor away!
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Trading blows with the reliquary
from my mind palace
Tracing names for the obituary
from my mind palace
Death notes materialize into reality
from my mind palace
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Still alive at Twenty five
perfecting tactics
completing schematics
keeping up with the lunatics
With at least twenty six tricks
up my sleeve
Caught by the webs I weave
Bitten by Twenty seven heathens
(of hate)
Twenty Eight, clean slate
I lean into recreating my own fate
It's never too soon
it's never too late
to ponder with faith
But never take the bait
There's a fine line
between love and hate
Twenty Nine years in the body
Aging like fine wine
Thirty dirty hours on the grind
just like my mind
minute after minute
hour after hour
Completing side-quests
conquering what's mine
No time to rest
I can sleep when I die
Meanwhile
I keep spitting another line
organizing another verbal crime!
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Trading blows with the reliquary
from my mind palace
Tracing names for the obituary
from my mind palace
Death notes materialize into reality
from my mind palace
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Nowhere to hide, no where to run
When 31. caliber black fire
erupts from my classical gun
Replacing you with lead
Balls (click) gut (pow) head (thud)
Thirty Two ways to say
fuck you too, get out of my way
(ratatatatata)
Jesus fuckin Christ, I'm Thirty fuckin Three!
I always feel free
I never fret because it's all about me`
Never winded, rewinding entropy
Never declining, zero atrophy
I already decided to claim and proclaim immortality
as my ultimate trophy!
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