desertin' the desert of my perverted mind.//
perverce rhymes spread around the globe like the plague in 1505.//
sickness ceizes the mc's in this industry an' leaves them speechless.//
while I got this game on lock like all their jaws.//
lines never flawed, but outlawed for proclaimin' they words from god.//
absurd thoughts that ya heard stalk you where you walk.//
haunt you 'till you too afraid to watch the road in-front of you.//
let your guard down and got caught now you wearin boots made of sono-tube.//
filled up with cement and let dry for the night.//
don't try to esc-ipe(escape) I intend ta put ya on ice.//
pushin' knives, have the blood gatherin' like metal to magnets.//
ur tight leather makes you look like a fag- so change-unless.//
you was try'n ta come across queer.//
I guess you like pry'n apart corn-holes with your milimeter peter.//
this was just another presentation of blunt's cult culture theatre.//

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