Yeah (Article Two)

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[Verse: Holocaust] Guess who's back in a baseball cap with a rusty axe Creeping through the pumpkin patch to chop acts till something cracks Half a dozen hacks, take it to fists, get lumped and smacked Trojan guns attacks and crash against walls like drunken bats That fly intoxicated by the lush tropical fruits Grown from the trees, I fertilize with MCs And read leaves, smoked out Killa Beez stinging your brain On a dirt bike, in your rear-view, swinging a chain Looking strange like bums on the train or boxcars You get shot, scarred, knocked far and dropped hard Rock bars when performing on Earth, spin in the dirt Then I buck MCs to let their ass know they couldn't fuck with me Constructing these dynamite rhymеs, exploding twice While you drown in arctic watеrs with penguins and floating ice Slice your throat with your own shoulder blade, Black Knight brigade March through gates, bum the stage with a parade straight from the grave Dead slaves with the ropes still attached, shackled and chained You move, now enchanted, my rhymes tackle your brain Grapple your frame, the jackal with fangs sample your veins I'm from the outskirts where it rains shrapnel and flames Deranged, abnormal and lonely, you couldn't hold me I'm drunk, lean back with a blunt, sipping a 40
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- The Holocaust