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Madness Guns

I read a brand new paper About a man who had a thousand guns Lived in the Southern States Ran away from everyone Felt it wasn't safe Even in the

I read a brand new paper About a man who had a thousand guns Lived in the Southern States Ran away from everyone Felt it wasn't safe Even in the

feel sadness You're in the mouth of madness You be a Gypsy man You've got no sense - no sadness You're in the mouth of madness

by knockout motherfucker It's my boy Esoteric, say somethin [Esoteric] For my soldier to spit the sick, the lunatic Military drum, bust through lungs, that sound like guns

You see, what you mistake for madness is just over acuteness of the senses. Now what came to my ears, a low dull sound such as a watch makes when wrapped

crazed, never amazed, with a name, you crave I come with that roughness style, that never fades You fucked, and you ducked, and you're hit with the front guns

tongue is surgically removed So I'm' a take my last breath the entire English language got together and sentenced me to death Chino the barbarian that Puertorican rhyme slayer U get slashed like guns

the board game in hand The story continues, big business thrives The world is endangered every day of our lives They build their arsenals of armies, tanks and guns

a gloved hand These people can, and do, Send young men to their death, But not before others too have fallen from their bayonets and guns. Such armies