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letra de the dream is dead - goretex

[verse1: gore elohim]
i used to dream of leer jets, observing the planet from real ??
now i’m icy, i’m in that frozen aisle like seal tests

orange peel’s how i peel tech’s, death that’s how a martyr feel
you artificial, sugar in your heart now that the cards revealed
s-xy accountants on x, you in the vest with talcum
by any means necessary, the mexican malcolm
i keep martha by the couch just to fool investors
i got the benwhile bundles, sellin’ juice to wrestlers

up in hotels with charis bickel buyin ’em h
i used to serve the rockstars hard but they dying of h
you like a car full of nuns, k!ller, you play it safe
i’m on the roof like gary oldman in state of grace
the same steel, make you enjoy your favorite meal
i’m at your safe maskin’ my grill like rodney dangerfield
laser peeled, i serve kerosene and some fat doobies
farragut to longbeach no constitution left to amuse me

these rappin’ groupies & they pastel coochies
i’m in ?? ?? and sheepskin, all brown to match the kufi
got in the music for rap, now it’s to clap uzi’s
got into guns to relax, now it’s a trap movie

[hook]
this is my life, release from agony, shed bl–dy tears
the dream is dead – to all my deceased running throughout the years

cemetery white for ?? ???? ?? ?
paul cirino smirk, five fifty brittney workin the
rabbi with a k!ller’s face, i hit ’em with a fifth of weights
snitches get dismembered in suffolk right off of ?? place
you say ?? ??? like harvey ?? or perez hilton
your azt come in ups to protect your children
my mental illness surveilance through private ventures
too villainous, like jersey city spies and al queida defectives
too prestigious, never microphone i spit it intravenous
winter time fiends get the newest dances and stinky sneakers
i got that super-freeze, raw like it’s sudanese
supercoven goons more ?? tools for ?? ??
i’m in the hemi coupe overseas ?? on booker streets

new jack city driveby’s, bullets from backs of jeeps
a sacrament from creeps, a massacre my birth disease
infernal majesty my allegiance to leave this earth in peace

[hook]
this is my life, release from agony, shed bl–dy tears
the dream is dead – to all my deceased running throughout the years

[verse2: young dirty b-st-rd]
so much pain in my game, it’s the same if i change
dark nights walkin’ through the rain [x2]

no tiiii…. what up gore?

- goretex

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