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We assassinate assassins\nAm I hallucinating?\nYou see visions of death, possessed by armored science what I am obsessed\n\n(Verse)\nGot the pigs written on the wall in blood passed the literal sick\nThis the ones begun, trippin in a call for numb, lifted tongue\nPut this under me, horrid sons, shine 100 chiefs\nWar of dungeons of demons, 100 deep\nGrimy zonin apartments and independent souls\nI wipe off, can't no private Jimi Hendrix shows\nI've seen the symmetry of affinity clearly like Timothy Leary weary\nQuestioning every existing theory\nThen we answer to the hallways of the all way\nCrushed it like car waste, trippin like grateful dead court dates\nI've seen satan and god raping your mom\nThen they gone melted away, gloves and clamatian proms\nSimulation, Play Station, X-Box the death doctrine\nAll to my angels to murder squeeze with tex Watson\nThis shepard sent all after Bethlehem\nBut the guard nephilim, sitting in the center of attention plan\n\n(Hook x2)\nOperate straight so takin contaminated acid\nWhy you be sellin your soul? 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We assassinate assassins\n[01:50.88] Am I hallucinating?\n[01:52.68] You see visions of death, possessed by armored science what I am obsessed\n[01:56.30] (Verse)\n[02:08.03] Got the pigs written on the wall in blood passed the literal sick\n[02:11.67] This the ones begun, trippin in a call for numb, lifted tongue\n[02:12.56] Put this under me, horrid sons, shine 100 chiefs\n[02:17.16] War of dungeons of demons, 100 deep\n[02:18.92] Grimy zonin apartments and independent souls\n[02:20.75] I wipe off, can't no private Jimi Hendrix shows\n[02:22.52] I've seen the symmetry of affinity clearly like Timothy Leary weary\n[02:25.27] Questioning every existing theory\n[02:28.81] Then we answer to the hallways of the all way\n[02:31.55] Crushed it like car waste, trippin like grateful dead court dates\n[02:33.38] I've seen satan and god raping your mom\n[02:36.13] Then they gone melted away, gloves and clamatian proms\n[02:38.89] Simulation, Play Station, X-Box the death doctrine\n[02:40.65] All to my angels to murder squeeze with tex Watson\n[02:44.26] This shepard sent all after Bethlehem\n[02:46.91] But the guard nephilim, sitting in the center of attention plan\n[02:49.68] (Hook x2)\n[02:50.67] Operate straight so takin contaminated acid\n[02:52.49] Why you be sellin your soul? We assassinate assassins\n[02:54.21] Am I hallucinating?\n[02:56.00] You see visions of death, possessed by armored science what I am obsessed\n[03:15.92] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Acid Reflux\n artist: Ill Bill\n album: The Grimy Awards (Deluxe Edition)\n duration_ms: 203000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (Hook x2)\n start_ms: 2730\n end_ms: 42030\n- text: Operate straight so takin contaminated acid\n start_ms: 42030\n end_ms: 44780\n- text: Why you be sellin your soul? 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We assassinate assassins\nAm I hallucinating?\nYou see visions of death, possessed by armored science what I am obsessed","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Acid Reflux (Stu Bangas Remix) - Bonus Track\n artist: Ill Bill\n album: The Grimy Awards (Deluxe Edition)\n duration_ms: 179000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Operate straight so takin contaminated acid\n Why you be sellin your soul? We assassinate assassins\n Am I hallucinating?\n You see visions of death, possessed by armored science what I am obsessed\n\n ()\n Makin future faction and drugs, the acid takes off the niggas\n Who's in now 'cause lick the blood of Sharon, take off her fingers\n Off the handle, takin hard corpse masturbation\n Get my pack so I spark in the gold course assassination\n Pistol whippin, kill the bridge, triple 6\n Screaming hard, rolled like the beautiful bitch with the dick\n Every society but seize the criminals who deserve\n Subliminal with the words, and every vision was absurd\n Dope, feel the storm dancers rain down chronic shoppers\n The coke need to cure cancer, perfect now they powers\n Goon druggy type dog, psychedelic paint job\n Doom buggy drive-bys, heretics – they hate yall\n Prints by the acid tongue, death by the bastard's son\n Empire standards, one hell fire canyon club\n Pocket dark confessions occupy obsessions\n We personify homicide through the essence\n\n Operate straight so takin contaminated acid\n Why you be sellin your soul? We assassinate assassins\n Am I hallucinating?\n You see visions of death, possessed by armored science what I am obsessed\n\n ()\n Got the pigs written on the wall in blood passed the literal sick\n This the ones begun, trippin in a call for numb, lifted tongue\n Put this under me, horrid sons, shine 100 chiefs\n War of dungeons of demons, 100 deep\n Grimy zonin apartments and independent souls\n I wipe off, can't no private Jimi Hendrix shows\n I've seen the symmetry of affinity clearly like Timothy Leary weary\n Questioning every existing theory\n Then we answer to the hallways of the all way\n Crushed it like car waste, trippin like grateful dead court dates\n I've seen satan and god raping your mom\n Then they gone melted away, gloves and clamatian proms\n Simulation, Play Station, X-Box the death doctrine\n All to my angels to murder squeeze with tex Watson\n This shepard sent all after Bethlehem\n But the guard nephilim, sitting in the center of attention plan\n\n Operate straight so takin contaminated acid\n Why you be sellin your soul? We assassinate assassins\n Am I hallucinating?\n You see visions of death, possessed by armored science what I am obsessed\n"}]