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It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes | It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes | Guillotine - yah | Sit in the dark and ponder how I'm fit to make the bottom fall through the floor and they all fall down - yah | It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes... guillotine - yah | Out of the shadows barrage of witch tongue | Cobra spit over apocalyptic cult killer cauldron smoke | Stomp music seriously - yah | It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes... guillotine - yah | Can't stop the groove lic's jaws clear off them locks relentless raw movement | Fit to knock you from here to that g-spot body rock connected | To everything you want, ever did want | We got it why not come get it, stick your head in that hole and watch me drop this cold guillotine death sentence - yah | It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes... guillotine - yah | Hidden art, between and beneath, every fragmented, figure of speech, tongue in reverse, whenever the beat, causes my jaws to call | Out, out, out, out - yah | The screens flashing red, can't see shit but heads | Spinning exorcist like planets | Out of orbit off the edge | Off mine axis whipping through doors to far more than all that’s ever been said - yah | Tie the chord kick the chair and your dead - yah | Yah... guillotine - yah... guillotine - yah | Head of a trick in a bucket | Body of a trick in a bag | And thrown in the fire like fuck it | Gotta burn it before it goes bad | One too many times been disgusted | By the stench of rot is such a drag - yah | Get broke by the street like blood stained glass - yah | Choke on these nuts 'til the very last - yah | It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes... guillotine - yah | Serial number, killing machine | The illest of means, to an end built on the filthy sound you're experiencing - yah | It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes... guillotine - yah | Tinted windows, bulletproof | The slip knot fixin' rope to noose | To the grave stone grinder of cold steel | The passion that blinds me so I feel - YAH | Can't let go, no it flows through our veins | Blows through our tunnels and rattles our chains | And they all fall down - yah
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