The Bell’s Tone (Feat. Stupid Stupid Henchmen)

Look, my faith is down to set off my microphone 
I don’t loose control, my bones still solid as a stone
I move away from there and don’t even take that call
Needless to warm up my mind, I’m starting to crawl
Yet, brother useless to tell you
The bell’s tone rings and strikes you right now

I’ll put off a few trips to doctor, 
He just tells me to “lay off the alcohol sir”
It’s not possible to keep me down through the whole song
Cuz I only exist through what I’ve [bad word]  
And when the clock strikes 12 I’ll put an end to myself 
And [bad word] will send me in form of your immortal enemy
I’ll keep making a mess when you clean up the streets
And [bad word] on the lies of your meaningless speech
 [bad word] Your old predictable steps have to turn into a meaningful expressive pup
Like a blood horse seeking for a [bad word] existence, you have to gallop
And right here I claim you must dash off
So that you throw all your past into the trash
Nobody could better than you deal with it
Since you have realised how almighty and fit
I felt after I have turned risen from previous [bad word] 
million times more responsive to any further dilemma
You see your moves by far better managed, don’t you?
Now you realise how life is not unconquerable
In the mirror you take a look at how your eyes face the trouble

And so I’ll go into the crash test room
And prove all of you wrong when I face my doom                                                                                    Cuz I’ve got 7 senses to put a rest to your nonsense
So let’s escape from the future and face our detentions                                                                          Take a lesson from the wise, take off your disguise                                                                             Because in closed casket wake I’ll still spit on your face                                                                                        You have got [bad word] sense and your lies will cost you 6 francs                                                              [bad word] to Beng Beng France! Let’s put away our rage and dance!
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