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YO.... shut the fuck up about your car's & your clothes
YO.... selling crack, you're just a pawn and you're owned
YO.... materialistic, you've sought after gold
When the price of lettuce has tripled, true belonging's are NOT what you sold... You know?

-Addlibb-
We’ve been brainwashed!
my frontal lobe’s in an abnormal fold
navigating this unhygienic rhyme scheme with an uncompatible flow
it’s ADD yo.. your only bones have osteoporosis with a capital O
my head’s shackled to toe cuz of Lib's poems tackling quotes
and acid corrodes.. turn spinal column’s to mush
eat the fungus then take your final calling to lunch
inhaling chronological blunts sorta regularly
we smoke more than a quarter every day
with a KB eighth, but nothing too much out of the ordinary
I’m the one who popped your porn queen’s cherry
as you remove your fucking cork’s from perierre,
Add porked your Sherri & plugged her door’s to Steve Perry
Yo ever since I was 6, I’ve known how to do it
with pimples & zits, I boned Alice Lewis
at 15, picked up pencil’s and pen’s.. drowned in fluid
an ink-filled syringe draining out pound’s of sewage
counter-cultured music.. outdoor event’s complete with parties
friend’s & loose women, drink’s & barbeque.. fights & drug’s, beat’s and barfing
I’m known to serve roast beef like Arby’s
and you’re just a little bitch like Squeak Scholari
it’s him spitting venom, flem and grease with Karnage as if my name was Eddie Brock
holding this heavy jock
2 ball’s, 6 bullets and my heater is already cocked

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-The legacy-(aka karnage)
Its Add and Karnage loose and wanted
Think ov 2 words when u describe us rude & obnoxious
U got devils on both shoulder just choose a conscience
Blow Buildins Like Timmy I just move the bomb in
Read the bible for comprehension and now I misuse the contents
Now I eat any nigga alive and then I spew his garments
When My words come out think of sumin vile and gross
Get robbed Stockpile ya gross wages and pound ya throat
I box wit the devil in rooms of bowel and smoke
Nasty smells get in just think of the foul aroma
Zombies walkin give u a lifeless threat and Bite ya neck
Resident Evil style I hold the mic of Death
Shit is flames if said aloud it ignites ya set
Niggas get sprayed up u could get all of ya fibers wet
Get the newspaper over the head for free aint no price of press
U get it costless now we ridin its either life or death

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