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Roberto Cortez
Roberto Cortez
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Lower yourself I'm dat death knell Leave no detail Disease prevail Goddamn, got another demon in me Okay, fuck it lemme see where it lead thee When it comes around, I just gotta let it be Face it, without these fiends, still got that key I see, we wanna do a murder spree But is this the first? No it's not a fuckin plea They tell me I was spotted and roaming I say lets drag em till they foaming We seize em all We are the one that you render I'm only chasing the reaper Icepick to the heart leave all drained Spit roasting this pig unrestrained Goddamn, look at my fit, it's a Raw set We up, we take flight, like a fucking jet But you can't be near, if you got them cold sweats A clear head, is an unforeseeable threat My stress reliever be Russian roulette With 5 in the chamber, watch me pull, with no regret Wave my flag, it's a head on a pike They got me, in cuffs but ha psych Arrhythmia sets in Separations within The Amalgamation Dehumanization I fucked your bitch on dat altar Hung her in the confession booth Moonlit stained glass, makes me saunter My Blazing trail engulfs the pews Dance cause a vortex 1 bullet 3 necks Half- Man, Half Ibex Name's Pauzul Grotesque
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