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You want my life, |
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You wanna take away whats mine, |
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But I got my rights |
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And I'll keep singing 'till the sun don't rise. |
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It's like a game for me to watch you suffer in pain, |
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It's my favorite thing, and I'm a do this shit 'till your slain. |
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You can go and ask God, even he wants you dead. |
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I'll put your name to shame everytime that my pen hits the paper. |
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Mister, "Mr. I'm the new Jonathan Davis", |
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Who tries to rap but can't even sing, |
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The only time he sounds good is when he's spreading his rumors, |
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Or filling up his beer gut with the last of his Coors. |
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Crap, I ain't done yet, and don't you ever compare me to you, |
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I'm the next Trent, your that dude workin' Pro Tools at noon |
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And now your chockin' 'cause your career is over for you. |
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I fuckin' smoked you, both you. |
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Don't you got something betta' to do, than tell each other who's cuter? |
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"Mr. Cool Dude", oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that your mom's a loose bitch, |
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And her two kids can suck my dick, you know who this is. |
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As I walk alone, I still sing for tomorrow. |
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Don't you forget that when I meet you there won't be no sorrow. |
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These streets are cold but this lonely road I follow. |
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I'm not scared cause I know coming home tomorrow. |
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Dr. Drew says he don't like me. If he's got a problem with my penis he can fight me. |
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Motherfuckers think 'cause I'm on the radio they can buy me and put this asshole right beside me. |
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You think I'm a sit here lying? Fuck that, I ain't gonna let no psychooooo punk back. |
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In my city, nine milli' milli' sing it with me, I got the Truth in the Spirit, you can try and hit me. |
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Theres a certain magic when I spit, and only few can match it 'cause I'm right above the ceiling, |
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Its a normal habit, thats why these people say I kill it, thank God he made a magnet to take apart these feelings. |
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So when you meet me, just say "Hi, how you doin'?" I don't need that other crap like "Wow, I knew how you grew up" |
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Or you can take the other route and just say "Wow, how you blew up", but behind my back your saying "how the fuck did he do it?" |
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As I walk alone, I still sing for tomorrow. |
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Don't you forget that when I meet you there won't be no sorrow. |
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These streets are cold but this lonely road I follow. |
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I'm not scared cause I know coming home tomorrow. |
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Yeah some may view me as the villain, portray me like a felon, |
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So my musics like a weapon, my mind is like my senses, |
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I know when they pretend shit, actin' like its friendship, |
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Kiss my fuckin' necklace. Ask Joel he's my mother fuckin' witness, |
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And every single line I spit, I spit like I'm Tupac and shit. |
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Heheh, Yeah I'm still rockin' it, still walkin' it, and they ask Deuce "why you still takin' it?" |
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As I walk alone, I still sing for tomorrow. |
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Don't you forget that when I meet you there won't be no sorrow. |
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These streets are cold but this lonely road I follow. |
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I'm not scared cause I know coming home tomorrow. |
