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Days are living fast, moves in misery |
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You got a song you wanna sing for me |
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Sing a song, singing man |
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Sing a song, singing man |
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Sing another song, singing man |
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Sing another song, singing man |
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Sing a song for me |
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Sing a song for me [P.O.R.N.] |
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Look, I'm so twisted, so, so twisted |
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One life to live, and |
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I'm willing to risk it |
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Terror that the world has never known existed |
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Left so many clues, now how could they miss it? |
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Sadistic, ballistic, find a word and pick it |
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Long as it means the world is on my shit list |
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Walking time bomb, my mind is on tick-tick |
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Countdown's on, its too late to nix it |
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I'm so anxious, so, so anxious |
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The ones I hate barely know what my name is |
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Have no clue that |
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I'm armed and dangerous |
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Willing to spill my blood to be famous |
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Willing to spill my blood to make changes |
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Look for a suicide note to explain this |
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Heinous, inking the ache from my anguish |
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Sounds insane, you're speaking my language... [Chorus] [Black Thought] |
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One for the pressing, two for the cross |
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Three for the blessing, four for the loss |
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Kid holding a weapon, walk like a corpse |
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In the face of transgression, military issue |
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Kalash- -Nikova or machete or a pitchfork |
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He killing cause he feel he got nothing to live for |
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In a war taking heads from men like |
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Charles Taylor |
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And never seen the undisclosed foreign arms dealer 13-year-old killer, he look 35 |
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He changed his name to |
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Little No- |
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Man-Survive |
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When he smoke that leaf, shorty believe he can fly |
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He loot and terrorize and shoot between the eyes |
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Who to blame, its a shame, the youth was demonized |
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Wishing he could see rearrange the truth, to see the lies |
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And he wouldn't have to raise his barrel to target you |
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His heart can't give you the years of scar tissue... [Chorus] [Truck North] |
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Uh, what you're witnessing is true dedication |
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Charged by the call and the cause of the nation |
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Countdown, minutes away from detonation |
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A lifetime of grunt work, this is the culmination |
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My manner, seems patient, inner rage lies |
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So deep, I can taste it, let's sacrifice lives |
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Past the first sensation, to paradise |
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I fly Delusions are lighting up the midday sky |
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The last days of mine spent in extreme secrecy |
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Wolves dressed like sheep occur more frequently |
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Too much faith to be scared, the petrified both fled |
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Those who live fearing death, might as well be dead |
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Towers of the occupiers, will soon fall |
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Martyr or mass murderer? |
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That's your call |
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Mass transit or a mall? |
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Who can watch them all? |
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In the name of the merciful, sing me a song... [Chorus] |