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Deadman PDM Project PDMThe sattelite systems attractin the voices barcode
GPS and the radiation from your cellphone
Demon clones chromosomes and yet we all condone
Mass production equals depletion of the ozonewe read your fake ass like a bookPDM tell me what does it mean
Terrifying shit that'll make a mother fucker scream
A raising of the wicked and self inflictedSelf inflicted this life is self inflicted self inflictedAll your troubles and all you doWicked is how I'm depicted arrested but never convicted
Prozak, King Gordy, Tecca Ninna Self Inflicted
ACCESS DENIEDGet a body bag don't cross us or die slow
I'll put those niggas from your hood in a body bagYou better believe that shit is wicked and self inflicteddead
Cocaine drains from my nose my t-shirt stained with redThe walking dead coinsides with the devil
You see my face penetrating through your mind
My body walks the earth in vein until the end of timeTorture's like the rain through the tunnel
The ground crunches with bones as blood drips in puddles
It's kind of subtle how death embalms you
And cardiac arrest will calm you as the cemetary calls for youCock the hammer back let it go get my dick sucked at the show
Enemies all engulfed in flames shotgun cocks when I blow your brains
Now I'm one will inflict the pain when I diss I say no namesBitches aint shit the scripts been flipped tonight
No rest for the angels no rest for the demons

No rest for the murder victims that are always screamin
No rest for the guilty no rest for the dead
No rest from the insane voices that are screamin in my headWe're Project Deadman and we're bringin that sound
We're from the murder glove bitch we got issues
We got the wicked shit we'll never let it down
Project Deadman more underground the hellAshes to ashes and dust to dust
Rest in Peace mother fucker confession will make your soul crushNuthin to fear but fear itself on the day of the deadAll my fuckin life I been insane
And every fuckin day I feel the blood rain
And everything is saved oh it brings pain
All the wicked brains salvation some taintIt's time to go this mother fucker's lookin shady
I saw the look in the face as they tried to play me
Get up got the nerve man it's time to go
Your off the tape man lookin like a little hoe
How much shit can a mother fucker take?
Fuck a damn hater I'm lookin for anotherbreak
Gimme reason why you think I gotta stay here
Don't worry man I'm out I got no fear
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