its due time that i warn
and tell you that i was born
in hell but you cant tell
that i was born witta horn
bottle a jack nd im back
to spit fire on the track
sip the liquer wine is fine
but whiskeys quicker
to deliver the alc to ya liver
poison ya mind ya hands shiver
in this condition you wishin
that ill terminate ya position
drop bombs on ya ass like nuclear fission
blur ya vision wit precision
when i spit flames in ya eyes
hyp-no-tize spit-no-lies
just spit saliva nd get deep like a diver
wash up on the beach as i preach 'ima survivor' im back son.. recognize

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