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gemin1 – judge, jury, executioner lyrics

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[verse 1: gemin1 as the judge]
i’m looking in the eyes of the criminal mind
looking for a sign to tell me if he’s lyin’
i’m sighing, listening to the evidence, it’s evident
that this man will do better living in hell than in a cell
so i tell him, i’m settling with my decision to send you to the prison
but not prison in your sense, i score pence, sent for repentance
the prison in which i mean here is so clear, maybe the devil’ll be able to judge you, i sure as hell can’t, lucifer’s your last chance
you’re like charles godd-mn manson, except he does a little dance when you tell him he’s going to the prison
forming a prism, slamming the gavel down
watching your stupid frown as i declare to the whole town
you’re gonna’ frown, death penalty
crucifixion, beheading, poison, execution
they scream execution so i come to the conclusion, creating a demonstration of your pain
welcome to the game, the name remains the same
gemin1 godd-mn it
i hope you don’t cry!

[hook]
i am the judge
we are the jury
i’m the executioner
forming an order restored to bring order
kinda like mental torture, we can afford to
we are the order!

[verse 2: gemin1 as the jury]
we’re the jury, in a hurry, to decide whether this man is guilty
although it seems to be evident that the evidence says there is a lack of responsibility
this man is gritty, but the murder was pretty witty
society is measuring his ability, humility, humiliation, of the criminal nation
it seems to me that his brain is a mutation
stationed with an amazing revelation, when do i get my vacation
this frustration, i don’t know what to do
just commit him to a life of godd-mn d-mnation
or amputation, the aggravation changing to an accusation
we have no blood relation so the celebration
so with condemnation, we say conflagration, decimation
demonstration of depredation and desecration
i am the physical divination of domination, you’re exclamation won’t help you
this estimation of emulation, fabrication of your fermentation
exhalation, i come to the revelation
this man is guilty, i say, with some hesitation!

[hook]
i am the judge
we are the jury
i’m the executioner
forming an order restored to bring order
kinda like mental torture, we can afford to
we are the order!

[verse 3: gemin1 as the executioner]
my game is life, my game is death
i came to roll the dice, and give you your last breath
i’m settling in, with the biggest weapon i’m stepping to the block
don’t need you to talk, tick tock goes the clock
make you a laughing stock, got the combination lock
to the biological clock, give you a godd-mn shock
feed you to the croc, sock your mouth, we’re setting out
you smell like brussel sprouts, this’ll be more than a technical knockout
my breathing is heavier getting rid of you forever i sever
the neck of the man knelt in front of me knees together
the world will be healthier and betterer the better i bury
this terrier i ain’t wearing kevlar i’m the savior with the
clever and deadlier scarily steadily heavier weapon
with the messier hair than the strands of excelsior
your head dropped to the ground with the weight of a feather
the entire city laughed with hysteria!



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