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(feat. Tonesha Sanders) [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Moral is shorter My heart and my brain and spirits out of order And now the lord of falice have thou recorder Fallen angel warrior at the bottom drained to boiler All remains a horror destroyer In the middle of saddam and gamorda Punk shit all around Everybody been calling clown The crawlin town Get wicked rip this sickness is fallin down Over this basic gay shit erase it face it Wake this hatred and make this place get APESHIT! No kinda way you stoppin this Flow gonna make apocalypse Powers stop lots of mockin shit Lot of us often is blockin this Optimists positive hope for the futures loss of awesomeness I can get boss and alot of us will rot and pop like hot sausages I am not the light I am the opposite Through narcassistic awfulness I'm keeping tech off of this rocker Black heart im darker peep it this is the thesis wrote in fesus Im as beast as broke in leashes little secret I am in Seepage Letras de canciones [Hook: Tech N9ne & Tonesha Sanders] Heartless Darkness I feel it seeping out of me Watch this Raw shit Seepin out the anatomy Heartless Darkness I feel it seeping out of me It's gotten me nausious the seepage deep inside of me Touch it (touch it) Feel It (feel it) Love it (love it) Seepage (Seepage) Touch it (touch it) Feel It (feel it) Love it (love it) Seepage (Seepage) [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] Do you believe it KOD Yes when you see them nod He's in season the reason light is leaving he's even odd All 6's and 7's mauled bitches and reverends Frauds quick gonna get stepped in When the hog pit it is in heaven Dog shit if he's the messenger when he take a threat then bless a wet nigga Instead of getting a strech and put death on a replica That is the weakest piece of release But the seepage has no disgretion for Check in bro with a plethra is to lession ya Big Yates he's stuck in the sick state Some speakin that his fate to be wack when he gets cake Well he gets cake and the critics they spit hate But the siniter shit shakes so long to the mixed plate I just ate put a punane and mustard Cycles in lust stars eating seepage these nuts charred What I got to say to the people who pick at and gut stars Thinkin Imma lose the ability to bust hard you fucktards [Hook] [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] The KODs a hothead The shocks and the socks red And the darkness is not dead Regalide up like mop-heads Chop heads off soldier like my name was ack-med Alahua ackembah rogget ardem dantes yates Oh Muhfuckas im coming out of his nose Im running out of his toes His throat and clotted his soul Peep his crowd as it grows No matter what route is chose He's climbing right out his globe Dont doubt it how loud it blows From Letras Mania