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Put your face on the back of my face, Mordrake & Moriarty
We be, doc and the robot hot when the flows drop
We're body snatchers, take your soul, fuck your chain and your gold watch
I got that fever man, got me seeing thangs--feeling strange, seeing double, you dont want to see these fangs, believe it man.
I mean the trouble's here to bring the pain, and if you in the game, better run and hide from the mic i might go psycho shit is fit to change.
I strangle vocal chords with the strength of an Anaconda, my fleet's the size the Spanish Armada our plan's to conquer the concepts you fond of and ban the band you follow, strike panic! Then vanish like Hoffa, or the, phantom of the opera, ima..
Soul snatching, bone snapping, boat crashing, tidal wave splashing down with sound waves, call me old fashioned. My co captain-clapping making toe tappings happen, i rarely be caught relaxing, up late crafting contraptions.
Like where the body at? Rolled snug in a rug in the trunk of a pontiac-with a brick up on the gas-zip off the side of the cliff as i piss upon the ash. And thats us playing nice, dont make us say it twice, well come and snatch you outta your bed at night and put your head up in a vice..
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