You feel it from your head to your toes
Furniture made of the flesh of my foes
I come in peace like uh, extraterrestrial being
Tired of feeling wired of dealing
You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes
Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts
Living in jail, this is hell, enemies die
Of that gangja from the shores of shanghai
You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse
Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators
But i guess that shit's just tough love
The things im most scared of
Beaches of normandy.
They say nothings ever free
In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because
Cause america the terror of,
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