[Verse 1: MC Mike]
Like the Joker I'm ready to put a smile on that face
Burn the body collect the ashes
In her face grab the broom and start sweeping the room
Just in case I left some clues
Never keep up, that how players do
Is I console from the vapours from the Earth
On the first
Thinking about, not giving a fuck bout life
When I'm not the one who decides when I die
Asking myself why, I'm feeling this pain
Fuck this life
It's hard to maintain , doesn't matter what you do
You'll still be insane
Feel the flames, as it burns to your body
And you won't stop until you feel death
Coming at you, when you least expect
Fooling fat, when a n***a tropes your soul
So sick, when you hear his flow
First, he smokes some [?] with you
Tell him MC sent you
Marijuana [?mic?] is true
Yes I'm one of the chosen few
[?They won't with?] the line of fire
Mary Jane is the only one I desire
[?Dope with a bub?] be beyond for the sorts
We need a torch to escort to the scalp
My brain is autopilot now
Stuck in the [?claw with?] the fucker
That set everybody in the [site?] [?] with smoke with the [hay?]
[?Roll up with the brothers?] roll up and pay
My favourite flavour be the grape
Everybody participate don't worry if your mind goes blaint
If you do you will see, just fly
Go with the flow and ride
Transport to the other side
[Bridge: ???]

Dreams are imperfections of sleep, even someone's consciousness in the imperfection of waiting
Dreams are impurities in the circulation of the blood
Even in someone's consciousness, it is sort of life
Enter

[Verse 2: Crucified]

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[Outro]

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