Like a personal surgeon, searching for tumors emergin' in urchins
Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions
Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.
At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Dial up words but they're not in service
I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace
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