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[Julius] |
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I woke up, stumbled out of bed |
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Look like blood is on my hands and my knuckles is red |
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Wait a minute, I don't *************' understand |
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Why I got a shovel in my hand and mud is on my pants |
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Have I been sleepwalkin? What's happenin' to me? |
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Aw *************t, it don't really make sense, I'm a cat who don't sleep often |
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Or if it's a dream, I've been havin' this dream often |
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Yo, I'm a villain but nobody know |
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I'm a young gorilla, Mighty Joe |
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Listen to me, I'm a killer and I've been pickin' my victims randomly like eeny-meeny-miny-moe |
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I act like I got a license to spaz, I got a knife and a mask |
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The same spirit that's in Tyson is in me is enticin' the bite and the fight when I'm mad |
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My mind is narrow like a bike cyclin' path, I'm a psychopath |
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I be runnin' around at night, actin' like a werewolf cuz I took a likin' to that |
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Should you intervene? Nah, let me be |
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Do I have one sane thought? Let me see |
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My mind is havin' a gatherin', invited sanity, he didn't RSVP |
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[Kenny] |
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They try to reason with me like "Have a heart" |
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Mother******, I'm crazy, I'm close to a cannibal, for dinner I may have a heart |
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I'm an assassin who just happened to develop a passion for this rappin' art |
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Roll my grass in a fat cigar |
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************* cuttin' you a break, rather cut through your brakes |
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Then sit back pointin' and laughin' while you crash your car |
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You *************s lucky I smoke |
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You mother******s lucky I smoke |
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If I didn't, I couldn't keep my temper under control, I'd probably *************' explode |
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I'd find your wifey and your mother and start *************' em both |
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I'd put a slug in your throat |
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I'd tie your carcass up to a boat |
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Floor the boat, make it tug on the rope |
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You think I'm playin'? The one you shouldn't *************' provoke |
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You think I'm playin'? I'll clean you *************s up with no soap |
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Hear what I'm sayin' |
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They be like "Kenny seems real, Kenny seems chill, Kenny he lyrically kill" |
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They don't know I literally will |
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I'm mentally ill, I really think Kenny need pills |
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Cuz my attic's a mess; my mind, I'm out of it |
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Yes, I'm manic and yes, that I confess |
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Though my lyrics show and prove it |
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I been goin' through it too much, and my mental got too much goin' through it |
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[Demetrius] |
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Should I go out with a bang? I mean go out like bangs |
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I mean Kurt Co, I mean blow out my brains |
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Now that'll clear my attic out cuz I'm no doubt in pain and I know how to aim |
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But I fear that that route would leave my mama in tears without a doubt |
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But I'd rather sit alone in a haunted house than to sit here alone with my thoughts, what's that about? |
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Yeah, that mean my mental is haunted |
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Turn on the T.V., I'm a killer that's wanted |
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I look in the mirror and my image is somethin' else |
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Help, I feel like I'm somethin' from Hell |
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I got bottled up anger, I mean I bottled my anger |
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And now I'm tryin' to slang it to ya |
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Yeah, bottoms up, drank up |
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Give you a shot of all my problems in your drink cup |
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[?] Damien, he's high and a crazy one, with them crazy thoughts |
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You can reincarnate me as a baby doll, name me Charles |
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Yeah, I'm feelin' past mid-evil |
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A ************* feelin' maximum evil |
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I had me a dream I was Dracula sinkin' his teeth into people |
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Draggin' you back to my castle to drink you |
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[Julius] |
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So much in my attic, I just need to clear some space, see |
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No, I'm not an addict, you can't rehabilitate me |
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My attic's a mess, it's a mess, it's a mess |
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My attic's a mess, it's a mess, it's a mess |
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I got so much on my mind, I don't really know what's up there sometimes |
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My mind is cluttered, yeah, so cluttered, maybe if I give a ************* I'll be fine |
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I say ay-ay-ay-ah-ay-ay-ah, I say ay-ay-ay-ah-ay-ay-ah |
