[Intro: Samples]
Some cases, extreme high blood sugar can lead to coma or death. Other risks include decreases in white blood cells, which can be serious, dizziness upon standing, seizures, trouble swallowing, and impaired judgement or mo—

Come in the game, game, -ject the hard image
One, two, one, two, this is how we do it
They can never get past the line of scrimmage
Bah bah, bah bah, baahhh
Check it out

[Verse 1: BRUXISM]
My bones itch so deep, couldn't scratch the spot
Like the walls full of termites and blackened rot
Woke up for the credits, guess I lost the plot
Throwing hands with the shadows in apartment blocks
I can’t talk, tongue-tied like my taste is locked
I pace in shock, every neuron in my brain blocked
Bitch, I’m fucked
Sicker than a dog with mange
My skin crawls like a cripple, I’m a man deranged

[Verse 2: Mossback, BRUXISM]
I’m surrounded by actors with plastic vision
They’re acting dismissive and capping on their flaccid positions
And frantically paddling over the rapids and back to the bridges
A candlelight vigil, 'cause you sold it down the river for some digits
Generation no-hope
Scoring dope in no-po
Life on the queasy, my brother strung out like a yo-yo
Got your girl on her knees in my dojo, that’s a low blow
Cold carbonite Don Juan Solo
I got the rebound, I’m chillin' on the other features
I am my brothers student and I am my brothers teacher
Lying through my teeth if I say I’m pleased to meet ya
Gang green swamp thing
I smell the fear and I’ll eat ya
Now check it
“Baby, why they call you Mossback?”
Bitch, I’m a rock, I stay wet
Liquidate upon contact
Immortal combat
Step into the swamp vat
Her kitty a shop vac
With the mind of a swamp rat
I’ll take you to Venice but you’re gonna walk back
(Walk back, walk back)
[Bridge: Sample]
Come in the game, game, -ject the hard image
One, two, one, two, this is how we do it
But they can't never get past the line of scrimmage
Bah bah, bah bah, baahhh
Check it out

[Verse 3: Sleuth]
Ooh, got 'em
Bleeding through their facial features like a disease got on us
Like we just keep on committing acts of treason in the plaza
No ho, go take a breather
Plain to see that we slaughter
If none of your shit not even be hittin’ then just don’t bother
Demon born screaming up under the freeway, come to kill shit
Tilted up on a pair of stilts, I’m looking for MILDRED
Don’t even know what's going on, so long I feel sick
The drill bit couldn’t fulfill me and now you’re fucked because I’m still pissed
Punctuated his jugular vein down by the seesaw
Yeah, with a pair of tweezers
“Nah, that’s what he saw”
Mandela County Catalogue
Give seizures at my leisure
Prey animal mentality
Fumbling around through the jungle
Mumbling ‘bout your own mortality
I plot when I go on walks
Bringing life to anomalies
Yeah, Slutho on a whole ‘nother plane
Need at least three lobotomies
One little pop straight to the top and that boy a goner or he’s gotta be
[Verse 3: BRUXISM]
I’ll blow my brains out my head so you can see how I think
Go to sleep in the bed, wake up by the sink
I’m on the brink, don’t know what I have to give it
Thousand words deep but the picture unfinished
I give up, itching for the trigger like a stickup
The gun in my mouth tastes better than the liquor
I’ll call my liquidator on the phone for a pickup
Doctor please, I just really need a reup

[Outro: BRUXISM, Samples]
—can lead to coma or death
Doct—Doctor please, I just really—really need a reup
Doctor please, I just really need a reup
Doc—Doc—Doc—Doc—Doctor please, I just really need a reup
Come in the game, project the hard image
Doc—Doc—Doc—Doc—Doctor please, I just really need a reup
One, two, one, two, this is how we do it
They can never get past the line of scrimmage
Doc—Doc—Doc—Doc—Doctor please, I just really need a reup
Bah bah, bah bah, baahhh
—to address a possible life-threatening condition. Or if you have uncontrollable muscle movements, as these can become permanent
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