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(Verse One: Necro) |
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Cockroaches |
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Billions greeting, roaming around since Genesis |
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Coming out through the crevices |
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Infested, walls filled with termites |
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Busting through drool, looking for food |
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Coming out when there's no light! |
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They're small, but they make, humans nervous |
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You'll do a spastic jerk, if you spot one crawling on your epidermis |
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If you squeamish, you're save provided, |
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When you sleep you keep your mouth closed, cause yo they might crawl up inside |
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it |
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Uninvited, from out the Earth's core |
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Bugs are the only species that will probably survive a nuclear war |
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And as you snore, they like to run to your door |
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Then explore, you won't notice when they're on your upside down floor |
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Schemin', he sees food it causes poison |
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but some ain't smart enough to eraid the exterminator's poison |
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So the pest takes it back to his nest |
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contacting with another infected begins to infect the rest |
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A lot die, but it's only a small fraction - we can't catch 'em |
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because there's always new eggs hatchin' |
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(Chorus One:) |
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COCKROACHES! |
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*Cut and scratched by the DJ* |
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Cockroach (3X) |
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(Verse Two: Necro) |
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Cockroaches, many perceive as evil |
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But if you're from The Projects, them niggas are like people! |
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They sleep with you, eat with you, listen to beats with you |
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Thousands hiding in your couch form armies to reproduce |
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They conceive they're crew, roaches got there own army |
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generals, colonels, lieutenant, invading tenants |
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Your crib becomes a big roach motel, for all sorts of bugs |
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Poor homes for that can't afford? free cockroach? drugs? |
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From out the cupboard, crawling into crisis |
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I got baby roaches inside my food cartons camouflaged as spices |
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Once by accident, I ate 'em with my rice kid |
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Cause, when you're hungry you don't think twice kid |
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Yo there ain't a person on earth that never ate an insect, |
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Cause every food warehouse in the US they infect |
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I used to give roaches funeral pyres, wrap 'em up - |
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in toilet paper, still alive and light em on fire! |
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So watch out, they'll come to get you, they're malicious |
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No crew parties, up in your sink, swimming up to your dishes |
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(Chorus Two) |
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*Cut and scratched by the DJ* |
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Cockroach (2X) |
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*Whispered in the background* |
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Cockroaches... |
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Cockroaches... |
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Cockroaches... |
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Cockroaches... |
