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Have mercy on me my lord, I'm just tryin' to walk to the corner store
And the brown and blue armies are always at war,
What on earth the wanna harm me for? I don't know!(x2)
We raise monsters in the basement, feed em shell casings and train em to chase us
We rip most the pages out of the bibles and qurans , in this house is their view we care about(??)
Such a God has forsaken us, and from his anger gushed forth plagues and floods,
The chosen people done stoned the great prophet, his mighty wrath stay upon us till the day of judgment,
We spend days punchin brick walls, The scabs we rip em off and fill them bitches with salt
To our injury we add insult, got a leather bound edition of shit that aint our fault
Swabbin down the bridges with lighter fluid, to timid to burn them we pray the lightning do it
I wear this mask 'till my face grow to fit it, frozen in a paradigm waitin out my sentence
Livin in a well, self-made hell, medicated, dwellin' in a pit within myself,
I waste time patiently, suffer in the pain, and kindly invite you to hell for not saving me
I see a poor victims face, reflected on the pawn shop glass pistol case,
The breath make it foggy and then it gets clear, now which medal here would fit best in the ear?
(Chorus)
We gon dig us a ditch, move directly to the edge and live on that shit,
File the dice so that the seven never hits, and palm the joker, reverse magic trick
We gon dig us a ditch, move directly to the edge and live on that shit,
File the dice so the eleven never hits, and palm the joker