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I'm an anarchist, no wait, I'm an Antichrist |
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Couldn't find a third six of my scalp so I used a knife |
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Scratched it in, I'm wasted, getting trashed again |
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An active ten, laughing and slashing friends |
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Selling dust to kids is how I used to spend the day |
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'Cause I was only trying to live like Tim McVay |
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I respect women's lib by letting them get their mace off |
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My dogs are hungry so I flick em with cutting your face off |
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Follow my lead, smoke weed and bleed sloppy |
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If you see me selling out in the store one more copy |
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Jump in the crowd and start swinging the cordless |
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Then dismember all you high-tech spy kids with a swordfish |
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See these cats in the streets off TV, they all bitch |
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Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all shit |
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So I push cop killers and things, they call quits |
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Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits |
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My career's low on gas, I'm stabbing the rapper in sight |
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A suicidal failure like Shady's ex-wife |
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One day got too pissed and sliced open two wrists |
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I punch lines 'til there's coke all over my two fists |
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Look off over crowd, connect nicotine buzz |
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Then find your bitch dug out like the headrest where them screens was |
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Fuck your six, I got sixteen waiting |
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Anymore patient than when they switched me to out-patient |
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Left the hospital and dissed my whole crew |
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Even pop knew the deal and walked out when I was two |
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Get slammed in the dirt, murked and earth plate shaked |
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You ain't stirring hurricanes, you breath on birthday cake |
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See some more fags, we'll choke them herbs |
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And beat promoters down and be booked on spoken word |
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If I'm too sick, I'm sorry, I'm trying to get my head right |
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Wrapped up in this cult that I started on my website |
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See these cats in the streets off TV, they all bitch |
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Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all shit |
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So I push cop killers and things, they call quits |
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Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits |
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I snap a copy of Blade on DVD in half |
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Slice your neck and hand you a pamphlet on AIDS |
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Smut Peddlers, break up is apparent |
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When I put shit together like Malcolm McLaren |
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So Keep staring, I keep feeding your brain flaws |
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I'm porn again like the scam that got me in chain stores |
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Cage, number 9 on Billboard, fuck |
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Now I gotta sick Kubrick on Lil' Bow Wow's nuts |
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Long range shots to where you and your mans is |
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Missed and hit some skinny ugly white bitch in Kansas |
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Scratch her eyes out right where the evil itched her |
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Need a [unverified] elixir, a heaven [unverified] |
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See these cats in the streets off TV, they all bitch |
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Fans with a mic wanna battle, they all shit |
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So I push cop killers and things, they call quits |
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Then let off one in the crowds, they all hits |
