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Fear Fresh Flesh

your street Fresh flesh, won't you eat my meat Fresh flesh, oozin' through the slime Fresh flesh, and the city's mine, fresh flesh Fresh Flesh Under

Fresh flesh, slingin' down your street. Fresh flesh, won't you eat my meat? Fresh flesh, oozin' through the slime, Fresh flesh, and the city's mine!

m getting tired of everybody wanted to go first man You always rap first, I'm rapping I don't care what none of ya'll say, I'm fresh, I'm fresh Thyme

go a-head, and stand, check out the man With a clan, never ran, and in demand So just a Bust a rhyme It's a must cause I'm Funky fresh, in the flesh

and cold The night draws the warmth from my flesh Howls in the distance The wolves they catch my scent They yearn for my blood warm and fresh But I

I should rule I'm the best for the job, you know why? (why? !) cause I'm cool.. .. see i'm Smoother than silk, cooler than an icicle Rough like a bully, I'm rollin like a bicycle Fresh

thrill for death i can't deny i am agony, your fear and pain is my obsession i'm the prince of anarchy, you'll fear my name, i am possession chorus

music - Ross Sewage lyrics - Ross Sewage Feared by dogmatics and systematically oppressed Science my crime, medicine I confess Bearers of ignorance

this shit, yet I'm still hopen' I sleep I seen his back full of holes and his blood was fresh I could smell death creeping through his inacine flesh I