Razor Blade Death Sticks

[Verse 1: Immortal Technique]

Yeah P, yeah

You don't want to fuck with me, up in the cyph'

I'll make you go the fuck home and rethink your life

We're on a mission tonight, sick with the flow

Underground paper chase, flipping the dough

Immortal Technique sits on a throne of bones

That belong to little kids that were stolen from home

My open-air concerts are destroying the ozone

Creating tumors on the side of your head like cell-phones

You motherfuckers are clones, but I'm the original

The prototype for the most psychotic individuals

Clinical studies prove that fucking with me can be bloody

I used to keep a straight razor in the back of my cubby

Now i em on me to scarface you and your buddy

I can look into your soul whether you hate me or love me

That's why i think some of the most beautiful people are ugly

Corrupted by money, drowning in a bottle of bubbly

It's because of me that your army retreats in disgrace

Your people love you but not enough to die in your place

I use Chinese philosophies to murder the case

The sound of one hand clapping, is my gat in your face

Your foundation got cracks in the base like a dope fiend

Choking your broken dreams in a spy-hunter smoke screen

I got no respect, raw dog stoking your queen

Jerking off while I'm laughing because my jokes are obscene

None of your team can measure up to the shit that i'm spitting

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Golden shower your girl because i don't got a pot to piss in

Tech, Mac Lethal, El-P stay on the mission (ha,ha,ha)

So shut the fuck up and listen

[sample/outro:]

Elan Sleazbaggano: “You wanna buy some Death Sticks?”

Obi Wan Kenobi: “You don’t want to sell me death sticks.”

Elan Sleazbaggano: “I don’t want to sell you death sticks.”

Obi Wan Kenobi: ”You want to go home and rethink your life.”

Elan Sleazbaggano: ”I want to go home and rethink my life.”