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THE BONES OF MY VICTIMS IS NEVER GONNA FILL ME
MOTHERFUCKER, EVEN THE SPANISH CIVIL WAR COULDN’T KILL ME
I’M FEARED AND REVERED BY RAPPERS EVERYWHERE
WHAT’S MY NAME SUCKA? ERIC ARTHUR BLAIR

BUT YOU MIGHT KNOW ME BETTER BY PSEUDONYM
GEORGE ORWELL FAGGOT, EVER HEARD OF HIM?
I’M A MASTER OF PROSE AND NOW A MASTER OF RHYME
WHEN I’M NOT BLASTING HOES I’M COMMITTING THOUGHTCRIME

I GET MAD PROPS FROM MY SISTAS AND BROTHAS
CALL ME A PIG CAUSE I’M MORE EQUAL THAN THE OTHAS
DON’T NEED THE MINISTRY OF TRUTH TO KNOW THAT I’M THE BEST
BECAUSE WHEN I FINISH FAGGOTS OFF I LET BIG BROTHER TAKE THE REST

I WON’T WORK HARDER TO BEAT YOU BECAUSE I WON’T NEED TO
TWO LEGS AND YOU’RE MY ENEMY AND MY DICK IS ALL I’LL FEED YOU
I SPOUT RHYMES LIKE I’M A MOTHERFUCKING FOUNTAIN
AND I WON’T THINK TWICE SENDING YOU TO SUGARCANDY MOUNTAIN

AIN’T NO ONE ALIVE WHO GIVES MORE HELL THAN ORWELL
YOU WON’T MAKE IT TO ’85 IF YOU’RE UNABLE TO TELL
THAT I’M THE MAN WITH DICK OF THE GREATEST LENGTH
THE REASON THAT I’M DOPE IS THAT IGNORANCE IS STRENGTH
CALL ME EMILY DICKINSON CAUSE NOBODY FUCKS ME
AND NOW HERE’S A WORD FROM MY HOMEBOY HUXLEY