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Prove Yourself Dead

Dead Eyes in hollow shells A distant rumbling in this hell Clinging to existence, infected lives Fungus of humanity in decay thrives How morbid you are

style, nigga Fuck Jay-Z" (I) Fuck with your soul like ether (Will) Teach you the king you know you (Not) "God's son", across the belly (Lose) I prove you lost already Brace yourself

closing down on your caskets wanna make these bastards think we got mercy Putting in work since a nigga thirteen Sending niggas like yourself off in

the destroyers aspiring to extinguish us will suddenly suffer remorse at the sight of their own fantastic success? The last imbecile to dream that dream is dead

the fuck they gonna need 'Cuz I'ma bury these niggaz this time around Who better than me? You better than me? Shit you never will see, if you dead and

dip Now what you talkin'? You see my gold fronts sparkin'? Ain't tryin' to hear what you dogs be barkin' Read the headline, that was blast on today's Post Dead

of your rope I never thought you'd let yourself get so cold But lately I've been thinking About all the things I said to you And now I need to prove

this girl, speak You must know something more I know that you must feel something For your presence is coming chilly Your motions sadly sober now Please let yourself cry Prove

of them niggaz Can't imagine how difficult it is, I know you suspect That shit around you is lookin' dumb, it's getting' hard to accept it Alone in the mirror, you look at yourself