Correction Lyrics Triskaidekaphobia by Pharoahe Monch

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A magpie told me about the stash and your high cash amount
So I broke into your house and tossed your spouse off the roof
When you called her cell to ask her where she was at
I picked up the phone and told you she had to bounce
After she bounced, she dribbled and then she crossed over
She gave me an ice grill, so I gave her the cold shoulder
Approximately thirteen seconds before she passed
Triskaidekaphobia just to be an ass
I told her that my look was trapezius, Nova Scotia in the dead of winter
I'm a passive assassin, though
After my task I laugh and bask in the afterglow
Apropos, my tactical training is quite masterful
And actually, here's a couple of fun facts
I track zodiacs and hack medical records for x-rays
For this INFP's perspective on INFJs (Like?)
Let's say you brush your teeth before and after every meal
Sanitize your water bottle before checking the seal
So when I spit spit in your face when I'm spittin' rhymes
It lets me know I'm makin' you have an uncomfortable time
Just from the tendencies I learned when I probed
The knowledge that mentally, you're a finicky germaphobe
And eventually, you will grit your teeth and try to strike
But right before you do, I'll hand you a picture of your wife
She's alive in the photo
See, after Organized you believed that I went solo
I just happen to let Pharoahe Monch speak on my behalf
Right now he's at your house as your wife is takin' a bath, Th1rt3en

Time and time again, face-to-face with sin
But I don't wanna lose, I just wanna win
Angel on my left, Satan's on my right
Which way should I go?

Tr— er— i— f— the— ing— in control of a king
The reason why Pharoahe Monch has an E in his name
I'm the floor in the building that you always try to skip
The row on the plane that you never wanna sit
The times I almost lost the signs in my vitals
I'm Christ's last supper when you include the disciples
Used to cycle on a tricycle with a sickle, I'm psycho
A sicko, do this ritual specifically for my rivals
Thirteen different levels of metaphysical rebels
For instance, years ago settled differences with the Devil
He tried to cancel me out for several samples I embezzled
Almost had me off myself in the head with some heavy metal clips

Time and time again, face-to-face with sin
But I don't wanna lose, I just wanna win
Angel on my left (Steady on the left), Satan's on my right (Steady on the right)
Which way should I go?

Honey, can you pass me a towel out of the hallway closet, please?

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