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Iron Fire Back In The Pit

rap heads fillin' out a prescription, with diction Gettin' thick when I put fire to the steaks And burn the odds, like a iron to your face These long

off, we in the balcony Bustin, gone of pcp & smirnoff, i shot again, missed & hit somebody in the choir, they fell back Into the candle rack & caught the place on fire

of concentration And twenty-four hour meditation, would be foolishly pagan I'm ancient as 'Amen', see I stay Grym Throwin' fools in in a pit full of pit

wrote this so suck, my dick [bizarre] I'm a compulsive liar, settin my preacher on fire Slashin your tires, flyin down fenkel and meyers Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired

siege, the dreaded Imperial War-Leopards straining noisily against their iron-link leashes to the rear of the cohorts of conscripts and auxiliaries. The pitiless Iron

never sees the light of day i'm making my home my little passion pit in the middle of other people's brains nickel, chrome and iron and hit by heat

my dick [Bizarre] I'm a compulsive liar, set my preacher on fire Slash your tires, flyin' down Fenkel and Meyers Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired

got them rap heads fillin out a prescription, with diciton Gettin thick when I put fire to the steaks And burn the odds, like a iron to your face These

so suck, my dick [Bizarre] I'm a compulsive liar, settin my preacher on fire Slashin your tires, flyin down Fenkel and Meyers Plates expired, soon as I'm hired, I'm fired