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unusual suspects - fear of the unusual كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1 – measle]
today’s the first day of the rest of my life after death
don’t bottle up anger, i can it as whoop–ss instead
and now due to the brain splatter
i no longer see in black and white, my walls are covered in grey matter
lousy, flies surround me
it ain’t water under the bridge until your body’s flowing downstream
unannounced thief in the night
go ahead, look deep in my eyes but all you’ll see are the whites
when i k!ll you, i’ll take the evidence
the only bone structure i have is this house made from skeletons
and so it doesn’t collapse, it’s supported
by four sets of spinal columns i collected and stacked in the corners
we are the walking talking dead
take brown, using my intestines for a tourniquet
i sleep with all four horseman’s heads
and make b-tches get on one knee when performing oral s-x
wearing tribal paint, playing the drum
shock value in my tracks is the only thing making you jump
h-lls heir, satan’s favourite son
got caught raping someone ’cause it took me ages to c-m, “b-tch wait ’till i’m done!”
measle, the unfriendly ghost
man-slayer, -ss-ssinator, i can make god rest his soul
whenever i write a verse, i’m f-cked
and if you don’t feel it, it’s ’cause you’re not insane like us!

“h-llo?”
“who are you?”
“an angel.”
“what’s your name?”
“satan.”
“sure a sorry name for an angel…”)
[sample-the adventures of mark twain 1985]

[verse 2 – cruger]
everybody in my house is making me nauseous
every body, cause i live in the bas-m-nt with corpses
you’ll be surprised at the way we’re recorded
we spit our lyrics backwards, you’re just playing them forwards
always commit suicide when it strikes twelve
then wait ’till the morning and resurrect myself
so everyday i wake up a new man
but my crew’s not all there like d12 and wu tang
winning a race ehile you finish in eighth
take the p-ss and don’t give a sh-t in exchange
with my hand on the table, spreading it flat
play the knife trick and stab my fingers instead of the gaps
don’t like talking, i only get into chats
’cause i’m looking for anything that i can reference in rap
so, i’m known to name and shame and lay the blame
a hunter that will make you pray, then make you prey
nasty guy masked behind the baby-face
with so much power, i can blow up towers with paper planes
get back, set traps, lie in wait
i ambush, like the president of the united states
how i make my music?
i dance with the devil to the instrumental before i write to it!
wet brain, i enjoy intense pain
check my x-ray and find 5 bullets in my chest plate

[outro]
(why didn’t you let the doctors take the 5 bullets out of you?)
(souvenirs!)

- unusual suspects

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