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[Slug]Shrapnel... |
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I can't remember who asked me, but someone asked me |
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How long I thought that |
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I would be allowed atop this trash heap |
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I didn't answer cause |
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I'm tired of criticizing the masses |
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Inspired the support the devouring of the self |
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All the power to the people who dig potholes |
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Placed me in a glass case full of lost treasures and fossils |
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Got a right to be hostile, my love is gettin' gang raped |
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By an army full money hungry crocodiles |
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Quantity is up, market in a flood |
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But the party over here has never steered through this much love |
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I'll take the laughter, but |
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I'd rather have the women |
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Who am I kiddin'? |
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I'll be content with whatever |
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I'm givin' |
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Work for food, rent, sex, money, or water |
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I don't know what else that you have to offer |
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Your first born daughter? |
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No need, already got her |
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She came to the set hungry and left hot and bothered |
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My posse's full of women, computer nerds, and thugs |
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Much to my dismay, |
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I'm none of the above. |
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Someday I'ma be the mack of the minute |
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And you were so damn good |
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I'ma have to forget it |
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Listen to the mimic, it's almost on |
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Drink, till ya hit me with a tall potion |
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Think quick, how much more insult |
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Will it take for me to break your light bulb |
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Shrapnel...[Chorus x2] |
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Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet |
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It's hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target |
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Tug upon a choke chain, travel the cold rain(?) |
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Of course |
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I've came to show you shrapnel[Slug] |
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Check your mail, climb your ladder |
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Count the pieces you've managed to gather |
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Does it matter? |
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What are you trying to achieve? |
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Let go of your throat if you're dying to breathe |
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And finally we've begun to make a little progress |
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Ain't a single dock in this river that can stop us |
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Lost in the mix like a feeble(?) over dub |
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Got me screaming at these shippin' till these people know what's up |
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Yeah Slug's back, but his collection of hub caps |
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Caught a buzzin' brought a notebook full of love raps |
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Open the pipes and tuck that voice in |
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I'ma sit on this corner and nibble on my poison |
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Baby once in awhile |
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I find a reason to smile |
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But most the time it's spent deep in denial |
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It's all make believe, |
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I want the cake to eat |
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But this lake's too deep, tryin' to stand on two feet |
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Wonderin' about the thunder runnin' through this blood |
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I try to keep my cool, but the hat fits too snug |
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Study the love, took my degree |
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Shoved it into a bottle, chucked it into the sea |
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Shrapnel...[Chorus x2] |
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Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet |
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It's hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target |
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Tug upon a choke chain, travel the cold rain |
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Of course |
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I've came to show you shrapnel |
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Shrapnel...[Chorus x4] |
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Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet |
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It's hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target |
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Tug upon a choke chain, travel the cold rain |
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Of course |
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I've came to show you shrapnel |
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Shrapnel...[repeated to end] |
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I am not ugly [reversed] |
