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Machine Men The Gift

the past And think about the future The reaper has taken his own It's a gift in the end Death is a gift in the end Death is a gift in the end Take a

shot last The underdog stranger, super freak hot blast The hard drop rip is a hostile swing Kiss my Redemption with a fist full of sting Swift with the gifts

gift from his father Stop at full speed, at 100 miles per hour The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em And I laughed to myself at the men and the

While the path is narrow, for those like us Primo beats provoke us to meditate like zen With the will and the strength, of a million men While they introspect

't you know people are starving in Korea? Alcohol and razor blades and poison and needles Kindergarten people They use 'em, the need 'em The over indulgent machines

body Distorting scriptures, creating instability And all oppressive form s of dissonance There is disorder, its quarantine is necessary When pale attempts to gather men

the frozen flagpole I fart at family functions, landin? punches, in the face of life I paid a grand and three hundred for my beat machine My body, I

gift from his father Stop at full speed, at 100 miles per hour The Colgate invisible shield finally got 'em And I laughed to myself at the men and the

path is narrow, for those like us Primo beats provoke us to meditate like Zen With the will and the strength, of a million men While they introspect,