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(In some cases, extreme high blood sugar can lead to coma or death) (Other risks include decreases in white blood cells, which can be serious) (Dizziness upon standing, seizures, trouble swallowing) (And impaired judgment or mo—) (Comin' again, -gain) (Check the hard menace) (One two, one two, this is how we do it) (They can never get past the line of screamin') (Bam bam, bam bam, baahhh!) (Check it out) My bones itch so deep, couldn't scratch the spot Like the walls full of termites and blackened rot Woke up for the credits, guess I lost the plot Throwing hands with the shadows in apartment blocks I can't talk, tongue tied like my taste is locked I pace in shock, every neuron in my brain blocked Bitch I'm fucked Sicker than a dog with mange My skin crawls like a cripple, I'm a man deranged I'm surrounded by actors with plastic vision They're acting dismissive and capping on their flaccid positions And frantically paddling over the rapids and back to the bridges A candlelight vigil 'Cause you sold it down the river for some digits Generation no-hope Scoring dope in No-Po Life on the queasy, my brother strung out like a yo-yo Got your girl on her knees in my dojo, that's a low blow Cold carbonite Don Juan Solo I got the rebound I'm chillin' on the other features I am my brother's student And I am my brother's teacher Lying through my teeth if I say I'm pleased to meet ya Gang green swamp thing I smell the fear and I'll eat ya Now check it "Baby, why they call you Mossback?" Bitch I'm a rock, I stay wet Liquidate upon contact Immortal combat Step into the swamp vat Her kitty a Shop-Vac With the mind of a swamp rat I'll take you to Venice but you're gonna walk back (Comin' again, -gain) (Check the hard menace) (One two, one two, this is how we do it) (They can never get past the line of screamin') (yeah, yeah) (Bam bam, bam bam, baahhh!) (Check it out) Oooh got 'em! Bleeding through their facial features like a disease got on us Like we just keep on committing acts of treason in the plaza No hoe, go take a breather Plain to see that we slaughter If none of your shit not even be hittin', then just don't bother Demon born screaming up under the freeway, come to kill shit Tilted up on a pair of stilts I'm looking for MILDRED I don't even know what's going on So long, I feel sick The drill bit couldn't fulfill me And now you're fucked because I'm still pissed! Punctuated his jugular vein down by the seesaw Yeah with a pair of tweezers "Nah, that's what he saw" Mandela County catalogue Give seizures at my leisure Prey animal mentality Fumbling around through the jungle Mumbling 'bout your own mortality I plot when I go on walks Bringing life to anomalies Yeah Sleutho on a whole 'nother plane Need at least three lobotomies One little pop straight to the top and that boy a goner, or he's gotta be I'll blow my brains out my head so you can see how I think Go to sleep in the bed, wake up by the sink I'm on the brink, don't know what I have to give it Thousand words deep but the picture unfinished I give up, itching for the trigger like a stickup The gun in my mouth tastes better than the liquor I'll call my liquidator on the phone for a pickup Doctor please, I just really need a re-up (—can lead to coma or death) (Doc- Doctor please, I just really- really need a re-up) (Doctor please, I just really need a re-up) (Doc-, Doc-, Doc-, Doc-) (Doctor please, I just really need a re-up) (Comin' again, -gain) (Check the hard menace) (Doctor please, I just really need a re-up) (Doc-, Doc-, Doc-, Doc-) (Bam bam, bam bam, baahhh!) (Doctor please, I just really need a re-up) (To address a possible life-threatening condition) (Or if you have uncontrollable muscle movements) (As these can become permanent) (Permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent, permanent)