Lyrics
We need to be taken back-to an insane asylum
Me and Gost have never ever-felt this violent
Placed our minds in straight jackets-to keep us silent
Cuz We'll Wrap vocal cords around our necks and shit
Just to literally show how fucken-ill and twisted we spit
and in the state of our minds-and the state of our dreams
The "Coming" Representing something, of The sacred King
Yo, We need to be taken back to an insane asylum
Where I'm smokin mad ounces-graspin writers Ambitionz
Where I'm chokin on crack smoke-its blindin my visions
Where I wanna die-so I can chill with pac tonight
and be at thugs mansion-where i can bring my pen and pad and write
Everydays just a struggle and fight
when you're like jeckel and hyde-and you go insane-every other night
from the thoughts that "the coming" exists
MR1 and gost will never ever-be the fucken same after this
So...
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