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Certain sides of temptation start to sprout, wait I'm too clean for this leave me out From those depths comes the part of me, that's too fearless to back down Time to incinerate hesitation Flip my mode to devastation Liquid moves, no contemplation Pumped fascinations, need no persuasions Automatic internalizations That's what I really stand for You should know If fate pulls a trick on me You should know Vaporizes foes till death of me You cry slow If my brain blows a fuse then, I'd go into hiding for my safety don't make me turn this thing on and go crazy Dust off my crazy This became the rainy day for which I saved all my sick heat I attack like a break-beat To save myself from these silhouettes, That stand and shroud me on my right and left Tension builds at this address Don't contest my will to live Songtextethat's a serious make me furious offense Do your thing God Bless, I transform out of nervous to the sickest cell that I possess It procreates like a threat When shit is life or death my body screams monstrous to build obscene montras, in the tongues of Gods and Mongers who used war like a fucking sculptor sculpts shit and lies it Can a madman be an artist? I lay you down to bed like your father as my thoughts grow darker Wait I'm too clean for this leave me out My thoughts grow darker What saves you from yourself? I consumed by years of passivity turned activity in split seconds My newest weapon is my state of calm Lowered alarms, I feel more peaceful adrenaline has its charms Wait I'm too clean for this leave me out From these depths I'm relentless, fearless, priceless, senseless, anxious On the edge of this ledge I sit, boundless I thank you that I found this Force me to these grounds with threats and motive, now I'm focused approachless I would have given a man my kingdom a year ago just to feel this My thoughts grow darker Who's that? Neipom's code name is propane Shake the game like loose change, giving to bums for their true pain From these two things, to my shoestrings I'm good things Like a shot of Hennerock on my hoop dreams It ain't a new thing I'm the sling slang kind To make a fool dance make his deuce-deuce sing What ya'll chattin bout, in a flash I'm out Poof Thanks Nothing but smoke, hating but you, loving it though Squatting on top of the globe Busting snot in your snow Yeah Neipom They should put my flow in jars, pop the top, enjoy the God And if I'm ice pull my toes apart for frozen bars That's the only way ya'll eat me, or dispose of Porn Our thoughts grow darker Wait, we're too clean for this leave us out Our thoughts grow darker Aus Songtexte Mania