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(feat. Ces Cru) |
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[Hook:] |
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I want skin for my bed, spread |
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I swear the sky just bled, red |
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I buy, twitch my neck, bread |
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I'll take them to my bed, dead |
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[Verse 1 - Ubiquitous:] |
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I might've lost my mind, how did I get this far |
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I thought about how I, kill you for laughin' at my business card |
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Feels like I been discarded, And I really don't get this part |
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Everyone is high and mighty, until they get disarmed |
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I'm livin' in this darkness, I got a twisted heart |
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I got a lethal mind state, you got a vicious bark |
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And there is no catharsis, no remedy to cure my ill |
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I know my soul is tarnished, they'll never know how to serve that feel |
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Black blood on the white walls, do a design in the droplets |
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Psycho what you might call, but my mind is spotless |
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Do you like Phil Collins, have you ever heard this album |
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Even if you know how the song ends, you will never know that I'm out of |
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My mind I'm above the law and I caused it all this mayhem |
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Whatever you say when speak is, childish crawl in the playpen |
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Everything falls into place and, black gloves and a tight grip |
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Sittin' on a chest of my victim, if you breathe I'ma squeeze 'til ya lifeless |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2 - Godemis:] |
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I might've gone AWOL, maybe I blurred the line |
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Clock ready and alarm set, I know it's murder time |
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I gotta find my mind, even if only a piece |
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I'm better off behind, down here where we know no peace |
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And the clouds don't move when the wind blow, put a seed in the soil but it didn't grow |
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They say I gotta odd sense of humor, killer clown sittin' still by the window |
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Tough links in a crimson cape, sat there with my lipstick smudged |
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I got a glitch on my headpiece, somebody come and fix this bug |
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Gotta protect the king, follow a black shogun |
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Cover the neck in bling, swallow a black hole sun |
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Lookin' down at my shitlist, wonderin' how did it get so long |
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I'd rather be the one pissed off, than to ever be the one pissed on |
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Amen I'm an animal inside, feedin' on everything in the open |
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I've been caught with a loaded weapon, red-handed the barrel still smokin' |
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And I'm hopin', that they waitin' for me to break a leg I'll be takin' the cast off |
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Tryin' to wash away all my sins, in the shower with a handful of bath salts |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3 - Tech N9ne:] |
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Smellin' like Hugh Parsons, to get a victim when it darkens |
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Then I'm hit them with a jargon, fuck her with no rubber |
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Then burn a bitch I'm an arson |
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Then have a lot of drinks 'til I'm barfin' |
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When I went to do the verse for the martian |
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He told me to put the people up on the milk carton |
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Keep a knife sharpened then he laughed like Cartman |
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I got stigmata markings, pardon when the beast get the bar end |
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I put the, I put the evil in my art when the angel let go of me |
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And took what the demon bargained |
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I'm gonna make a change but I'm Harkin |
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If you cannot tell me when the sex startin' |
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I got the kind of heart like spartan and I'm enemy scarfin' then I watch Johnny Carson |
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If you think I'm harsh then, Strangeland not the place to be parkin' |
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I guess this is the part when, I tell them all that I'm part hen and part sin |
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Winning about Noah's ark getting carp and the book is so colorful gotta listen to Darwin |
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Because you like a perfect margin, and that makes my dick harden |
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So I'm comin' over with the sparklin' (wine) |
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Get to itchin' when it's carvin' (time) |
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Ain't no matter what the gods in (line) |
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Ain't nobody's 'bout to stoppin' (N9ne) |
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I'm so twisted I think I created the water our women and our men |
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Thinkin' their gonna take it for a swim, so now I got to throw the sharks in |