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Tarantula, gang-gang, right from the stereo Gargantuan, God damn, fit for a burial A cannula from my wrist, sick material A chronically ill sound for your aerial I'll just let go, there's a crack in my design Like an echo these thoughts replay in my mind There's no safety, there's no rest, there's no sleep for the dead And I hate these side effects that get left by the meds I got the devil on my shoulder And the weight might break my back I'm losin' my composure and I might crack (yeah-eh-eh-eh) And so they say that my persona (has a tendency to) Come so undone then (then my identity is) Stuck inside this white room I painted black Tarantula, bang-bang, contract the muscular I'm venomous, sprang fangs right to your jugular Cutting your brains on the rug and your blood on the comforter Part of me's Peter Parker but bust my guns like The Punisher I'm a rabid arachnid, I'm trappin' 'em in the web Then I wrap 'em up like a package for afterwards in the shed I'm carnivorous and the blood of these rappers is how I'm fed Deliver death like Dexter, dark as the passenger in my head And they know I'm a killer on the low Patient double zero Fuck a cheat code My ammo's unlimited, I only stop when I got to reload I'm twenty below and the blood in me froze And I painted this room the only color I know Yeah, I painted it black, it was dark as my soul So fuck it, let's go I got the devil on my shoulder And the weight might break my back I'm losing my composure and I might crack (yeah-eh-eh-eh) And so they say that my persona (has a tendency to) Come so undone then (then my identity is) Stuck inside this white room I painted black (Brrah) Whoa, back to back, you can't catch that flow Counteract upon tracks that blow Chiropractic, back snapping, fat bass gymnastics mash it up Massive, bro Casual, this shit easy, G Ride the beat, c'mon you know me Designed to be the best, need the rest to test me Watch me rise up victoriously Yeah, we back on that loose again Representing that loony bin Give a fuck if lose or win When that spider bite go right through the skin Venom hit when I strike the vein Got a monster locked up inside my brain And to wrestle with him's like fighting Bane But I know that part of me likes the pain Like a masochist spider, biting antagonists Biting, inciting paralysis, vital signs of a pathogen Striking deep in the artery Peter Parker, but dark as the Black and bruise on the mark I leave Ren and Webb is the thread you see We got time to kill Murder on my mind, I'll give your spine a chill Show up in Silent Hill Bumpin' Twisted Metal, behind the wheel We pose a threat Pulling you under, hope you can hold your breath And kill them all until there's no one left Tarantula