Killah Priest... King of Sodom
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Landed on a sick canvas
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Now I roam this dead planet, head bandaged
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Insane, preachin God's commandment, feel me
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I move through the dark rages, and won't stop
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til we even, until you bleedin, until you stop breathin
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Givin careers a severe beatin
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for MCing; it's something
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that I don't take lightly, how the fuck you ever invite me
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to a duel, I drool
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Before I break fool, then I drag MC's
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Beat em down to they knees, grab your necks and SQUEEZE
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til there's no life left, they lifeless
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Then micless, what a crisis
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I give them a good night's rest
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I break they biceps, and triceps, thighs and necks
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Breast area, is the best area
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Before I bury ya, I make sure that you never
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ever, ever, ever, try that shit no more
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KnowhatI'msayin? (Word is bond!)
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Your ambition, put you in that fucked up condition
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Leave you with your own conviction, shit was not fiction
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Now you in a state of non-fiction
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Make you beg for mercy, if you ever approach me
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I blow your head off, when I talk, chop off your arms
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and bash your head in, you know where this shit is headin
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for a dead-end, stop your sweatin
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like Otis Reading, got your pants wettin
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Snuck up on you at your wedding, at your honeymoon, turn that shit
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into doom, turn your rap cass-ettes, into your fucking caskets
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You God damn bastards
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Lyrics I mastered, rhymes burns like acid
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye
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Debut not told to crawl, so walk on by
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I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie
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Do good to you mind; your question to your why?
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The wing to your fly, bone to your high
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The Dirt Dog, I be the God; the tear to your cry
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I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's
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My place to birth strong, gave me the eye
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[Killah Priest]
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The fatal brave to grave, the ceremonies
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from religious cults, half man and half goat
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Tomorrow hopes, based on the horoscopes
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We followed goats, our nose and hella smoke
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Fire breathin dragons, I rubbed the gold lantern
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to the see the future, through the crystal ball
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The triple walls of fisher wants to miss the fall
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Offence, see the coffin, often
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I fell at the doorstop coughin, I heard the pipe organ (cough)
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Saw some men of a white origin
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I saw Bill Clinton, Ronald Reagan, and George Bush
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Barefoot, sucking from the titties of a wolf
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Upon the brazen altar, six men
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offer they only daughter splashin holy water
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I ran for the, camcorders, now I'm plagued with curses
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I roam the Earth's surface, snatchin purses
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Allergic to catholic churches, what's the purpose
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Religious worship, is worthless
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I visit ancient sanctuaries, where the saints were married
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But now they buried cause of Satan's fury, I faced the jury
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Held in court, like Christ nailed to a cross
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Confront my knowledge, like Christ in front of Pontius Pilate
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Days of violent, standing in a haunted palace
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The government wants my wallet
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[Ol' Dirty Bastard]
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I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye
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Debut not told to crawl, so walk on by
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I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie
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Do good to you mind; your question to your why?
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The wing to your fly, bone to your high
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The Dirt Dog, I be the God; the tear to your cry
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I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's
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My place to birth strong, gave me the eye
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I'm complete analyzer of your entire eye
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Debut not told to crawl, so walk on by
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I'm the insect in your pie, the hair to your lie
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Do good to you mind; your question to your why?
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The wing to your fly, bone to your high
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The Dirt Dog, I be the God; the tear to your cry
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I drop in it, cleanse the Earth's
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My place to birth strong, gave me the eye
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[Killah Priest]
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If you don't know... now you know
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Killah Priest, now you know
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