BrokenKlutch “Marilyn Mayce” Unsatisfied Intro 2005 Chant: Apart from stable Thirsty for lust… The cure will kill me… then I’ll make sure it’ll damage you I feel destructive Hear me… I feel destructive Warning… I feel destructive Can’t contain it… I feel destructive Anytime it’ll just go… I feel destructive… I feel destructive… (x) many

BrokenKlutch “Marilyn Mayce” Declipsed tha Major 2005 Verse I: Let it go. Just let the sickness erode Religion die slow. Termination exposed Set off the system before the system denies And rejects the allegations that poison is set to disguise Just let it go. Accept whats been given on the daily basis. Masquerade continues, hefty smell of stitching racists. This alone is a test of where I stand. Cause I’m rockin with unforgiven circumstances advanced Preparing for dirty looks, and all that negativity has to offer Clear my throat. Cussing is still my living sponsor As I watch yall take the bait of what higher power’s feeding PETA and Klutch are devising the act of receding Call for help now, decommissioning’s upon you And the clarity reeks of correction and will kill the blindfold that… Haunts you… That foul essence of closure The same shit that got your wrists slit and drugs loving you Fiancé to death, slave to experimental giving’s Go waste your life away… good ridings The lights dimming… door’s opening wide Left me to intercept the helping hand, application denied Option 2’s recruiting; but it’s said to be filled with flames But it’ll give you the encouragement, and find the truth that remains Cracks, cave… the truth is out there go search Unless you want to escape, well then you get what you deserve Chorus: Declipsed tha Major…. Bring it back To when corruption was sucking on nipples Building the red behavior Extinct population of saviors The evolution of slave labor Burn tha Major Declipsed tha Major…. Bring it back To when corruption was sucking on nipples Plotting the fake behavior Extinct population of saviors The evolution of slave labor Burn tha Major Verse II: ………..Life caught vapors. Reality catching the sacrifice That left illusion pimping major ………..Prostituting immune slayers Drama defense is critical becoming Richard Bay players Or the exploitation of government made man Repeated déjà vu from situation of Stan’s I wanna exit out. Take my life away. It’s deeper than it seems to be presented but I’ll hush today. Can’t give in. Still a pawn in this jungle They don’t expect me to fire back, so I’ll give Demon Dimensional dose will feed’em. The finger middle is branded Vision impaired herd. Born again Christians are stranded Better to kill’em off. Mental no physical harm Unless they strap me up. Nun’s suck my dick… open awww Goggle well… spit it over to the next bitch I’m the least of your worries, save it for that bitch (up there) Chorus:

BrokenKlutch “Marilyn Mayce” Damaged Revolt 2005 Verse: Teeny boppers. Murder at will Ignite the raw beast Stomp with wrong cleats We will not take this defeat The philth plagues me, far from being sweet Not thinking about pussy, distraction unseen Rappers turning into metrosexual brauds Upscaling there gangsta on their mixtape acting hard Laughing blitz, someone’s bound the know the frauds Pink is not right, faggots love that color Fuck the guns, or the hoe’s you got, faggots love that color Watch your back, literal, uncivil But fuck the warning; you should’ve known that from the start And I’m not excusing my ignorance, hushing won’t take part To each is your right own right? So don’t listen Matter of fact, break this cd, it’s free I’m one of your last hopes of reconstructing the plea So don’t knock my approach, this is a damaged revolt I refuse to take anything back, this is me Like Common’s “Resurrection”, or D.P.’s “Let’s Get Free” And with the DNA of an African – My Blood’s lock And with a system built of a Haitian – I rebel with a Lion’s heart Move back *gibberish* Move back *gibberish* Chorus: There’s been a breach Watch out for the Beast Don’t speak Shh… sweetness… no peace I got no time for the club shit Or the pop shit…no trends… I see it all as bull shit If you don’t switch your drugs Experiments by them Looking at you close leaving trails of broken bra’s They love it when your boy’s dick get hard and there’s a kegger You love taking the easy way out You love getting into stupid situation but… Watch yourself… right place wrong time Wrong words, definitely wrong state of mind Wrong body in the caskets, right time to get paid Right time to set an example cause you chose the wrong words Bad development – Bad Development What... what… Ignite the raw beast Don’t sleep… I walk with wrong cleats It’s your fault… ignite the wrong cleats Damaged revolt… don’t sleep…. etc …………………………………

BrokenKlutch “Marilyn Mayce” Look What You Got Yourself Into… 2005 CHORUS Look... what you got yourself into Don’t know what the fuck your thinking or what you’ve been thru But yall are reacting crazy, you got juped I question the recovery and I’m laughing at you fools Verse: Ewww… This is… getting ugly... Recovery lost I’m still second guessing where everything went wrong It might have been the pussy smoke, you started giving off Blinded from the facts baby, you’re a hoe The signals indicated. Translated to waterfall The lust brawls….. Body slams preserve Infatuated by the consistent treatment you don’t deserve … Ewww. Justify the result. All facts are givin. Proof is in the air Struttin like your disease free. Protection naked If you don’t pay attention, then the risk is set to flare (are you listening) Ghost dress in that nature. Abuse is an excuse for temporary (??????) But go out, party, play Barbie, get fondled Open your mouth goggle, is that what your looking for bitch CHORUS Verse II: Must I... start feeding you. Force feeding... Sit the fuck down. Looking squanny as hell. Nasty… fuckin eat this shit. Burgers down your throat…. They got me Rick J-ing the bitch. They sweat you for a hot second then its over. With a snap of my fingers, another shoulder's getting colder Can’t fall back, smoke stressing the thin The market lost a customer, reversing the win win Sorry miss… I thought your arm was a pen. And that’s a sample of extreme that you’re bound to get… damn... that don’t make sense. Allow me to introduce to you, The body that you neglected (Talk) This goes out to all the models… who feel they have to be thin to be beautiful… unless its natural…that shit is completely disgusting… I’ll feed you if I have to, But I want my money back. (stop throwing up) CHORUS Verse III: This is a growing situation. So weak, dying confidence, you love defeat. Don’t you, SPEAK UP. Act like a damn adult You’re equal to man, but deny the result At first it was sad… but now I’m starting to not give a fuck Selfish, can’t ask for help, you’re invading yourself. I’ll be damn if another told me what to do Spit it back to there face, and say repeat but think it thru …… Step up the strength. ……. And start sexing zero tolerance Boo hoo… who gives a fuck… what bad happened. Suck it up, move on, it’s life it’s just a bad reaction And if you don’t. He won. Back to square 1. Thinking about death, wishing to legalized gun Back to square 1. Woman’s history is slained. Girls don’t know how it begun

BrokenKlutch “Marilyn Mayce” Decayed Soul Weaver 2005 Background Chant: The Creation of Evil, Lives On God’s Miserable Hand The Plague that Cloaks, Lives On God’s Miserable Hand Amnesia hopes & Chants, Lives on God’s Miserable Hand The Balance Conclusion is Covered by the Likes of God’s Miserable Hand Free Thought Inscribed: I’m gonna to enlightened you a little bit About my life This is where me and religion stands Even though I don’t know too much I just know when I was young… when I studied it It wasn’t apart of me I felt empty Putting faith in others I was told to put faith in yourself But it seems that people don’t do that shit They go ahead and put another name in front of them It kinda belittles them in a way, know what I’m sayin and… Everytime I speak in my rhyme, I always bash god God don’t mean shit to me Jesus don’t mean shit to me Wasted his fuckin life, for no apparent reason But what am I though I don’t know the Koran, I don’t know… fuckin the bible I don’t know none of that shit I can’t even give yall the… the perfect truth But my own… you know what I’m sayin, and umm… I know my own feel and I know where I fuckin stand The fact is that I’m living life, every single damn day for self Helping others out Now do I need an angel to back me up on that shit Do I need the name of god, to back me up on that shit Or jesus, or Christianity, or anything, any type of religion I’m just me You’re either with me or against me Simple as that I don’t need no guidance The fact is I’m here I’m watching you The same as everyone’s watching you To either help out or to go against I’m trying to free you Why don’t you listen?

BrokenKlutch “Marilyn Mayce” Violent Story 2005 Verse: This is a violent story. Leather set for matrimony. Jagged blade pocketed plotting for blood glory. Revenge morning. The smell of sickness filled the air The moon was the last light that evidence had declared. The mere thought sparked the crave… drooling foam Hunger had a mask itching the time it was alone. To carry out the commandment. The instructional guide of rebel 10 steps of reverse. The system fit so well. It was all about the timing now. Illusion activated Reality don’t exist which made the movement fascinating No rules. Nothing to holding it back. The consequences were not a factor. Mind, body, and soul already started travel to the next chapter Alone still… the smile couldn’t be cleaner Beaming at the targets leaving trails placed on paper. Revealing the dialog that mystery ached for attention Fun was aimed wrong. The pitch of the song was sung twisted Pacing back and forth. Escalating the mischief Tears of laughter came. Echoed thru the guts to the razor Escaping out the tattooed vein. Leaking the smoothing passion dripping on tar vapors … Crows looked upon the cities children. It started to venture out. Yelling out with knife in the pocket A gun in the air… screaming it should’ve been happier… (all hell’s about to break loose)

BrokenKlutch “Marilyn Mayce” Marilyn Mayce 2005 Chorus: And When I Thought There Was Peace 666 Appeared & There Was Hell To Release Escape. Better Fast Forward Your Pace A Dose of Stop & Stare Will Get You Marilyn Mayced Verse: Kenevals people. Re-runs, repeats, and sequels …….No where to run to. Exits blocked. I’m buggin In the corner. Politicking crack stunners. Swear they were stone cold. But reality bought back the gunners Ski mask believers. LCD receivers White powder tissue. Reflect the blood that’s heaving Dope show. The sinner pollen is heavy Trippin off the system. The anger function is building Red Rum precision. Inflicting overwhelming response Update you fuckers. On the neglect of word is bond Reverse born. Rummage thru life with clothes torn Episodes of suburban, rises up claiming scorn Bullshit. It’s bullshit. Motherfucka I said bullshit. Your sorry ass is killin a good situation Just to feel related. Connected and incubated Slap ghetto to your throats…. Feel the pain kids Chorus: Verse II: And hold up… now… Insert the sacrificial disgrace. Trapped with mechanical animals. I swear my blood was laced. The world of Manson. The origin couldn’t be traced. Acid residue pose model, the result is to your face Launch, like it. Repeat the subliminal… Easy take over, love it. You got no choice cause you live it Dumb bitches. Listen now. Pay attention. Behind the unexpected mirror, officials chanting screamin (You’ll dieeeeeeeeeeee) Watch yourself. Klutch wasting his breath, this is the second time Must I identify, the fault, that resides with fire lines They cut my horns since birth, must they re-appear one more time One more time, reconnect with the Earth. Penetrate the illus ional field. I refuse ride in a hearse Not now anyway… Yall can’t get rid of me. Under the hood, we preach remedy, if you dead me, then I’ll haunt you All of you fuckas Chorus: