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Pain Computer God

start a fire Do something illegal, only thing you require is a wire to strangle someone Let out your anger, stop buildin up, you're filled up with pain

and face I rock beats that Tina Yothers morning sickness without makeup ugly dusty Fucked up four track dirty ass crack pirate radio readiness Okay fella; I own my masters, lyrics, merchandise mic, turntables, style psychosis pain

to find some love oh help me good God above I can?t keep enduring this rain of pain some say soon it will be better yet I know right now I?m in a stormy weather God

, and then swallow me, You're chasing the devil Cos you're level if you follow me For quality, and I make no apology For linking my thinking with computer

and Po-Yo, got's to give us respect Chin check is what they catch, for fucking around with some veterans Relieving pain from your pain, like a bottle

the rule of law My mind is a computer of war And it?s typically the biggest motherfucker that?ll usually fall Give me one take cousin, the god out A

linen Love the devil and women I keep em sinnin God forgive me, just as filthy as the next nigga No excuses, but just put in work for Lex Lugers Laptop computers

and Tom that's a lot of named to try not to forget Carrie, Marlon, No and Steve La Rue and Jerry Lee Eggplant, Rufus, Dummy, Star and The Glob I'd need a damn computer

Celph Titled] Smash ya, keep a tech 9 in my dresser Lyrical professor, keep you under pressure Mind like a thousand computers, you better re-rout your