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[Intro]Yo... yeah |
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Yo, yoAy, ay[Mad Child] |
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Personality is weak like my batteries are beat |
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My reality is deep, my reality is bleak |
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Take them words and murder them like |
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Jeffrey Dahmer on a beat |
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I've been glorifyin horrifyin drama on the street |
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Muscle of an engine block, runnin rubber scattered rocks |
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Bubble gum, soda pop, murder one, loaded |
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GlockEven though |
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I'm motormouth, never been a chatterbox"Total f***in silence" photoshop motor cop |
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I'm being pulled into the middle of a vicious war |
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And I'm back to 0-0, the official score |
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Feelin trapped, like a leg lock figure-four |
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Feelin free, like a dreadlocked reggae boy |
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Devil's Night in |
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Detroit, dig a shallow grave |
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Mad Child hate |
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Christian |
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Audigier and |
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AlizeBring back funk - roller skatin on a |
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SaturdayTribe |
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Called Quest, know |
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I'm never puttin that away |
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Picnics with your girlfriend, celebratin |
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HalloweenOr go on a vacation to |
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Hawaii with your family |
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Tired of all the tension, sick of the insanity |
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Smashin people and clashin personalities |
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Fashion sense is at an all-time low |
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Give the kids some room to breathe and let their small minds grow |
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Tryin to walk away from a life |
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I lived a long time |
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It's gonna take some dedication and a strong mind |
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Strong will with great friends and a good vibe |
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I'm not judgin, |
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I'm not sayin there's a good side |
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Just want to appreciate this f***in life and have a good time |
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Write good rhymes, s***, smoke the good kind |
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Good book, that's a good look but it's not mine |
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But I am God's child and |
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I do shine |
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People lappin up my lyrics like it's moonshine |
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Mad, when you movin to |
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L.A.? Dog in due time |
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Bad mood tabooed tattooed preacher |
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Eyes like a racoon, nose like a vacuum |
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Act like a baboon, backroom speaker |
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Keep doin drugs, bad moves on the weekend |
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And keep on talkin like a classroom teacher[Chorus: samples of Mad Child scratched]"You don't wanna **** with me, boy""Catalogue of carnage, I am armed to destroy""You don't wanna, you don't wanna""You don't wanna f*** with me, boy""You don't wanna f*** with me, boy""Catalogue of carnage, I am armed to destroy""You don't wanna, you don't wanna""... f*** with me, boy"[Prevail] |
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Follow you to the parkade, sharp blade, "Dagger Mouth" |
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You can see the (Dragon Hide) the same time the (Tiger Crouch) |
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Firefighter engine house, backdraft master craft |
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Aircraft, life raft, rhymes from the rifle rack |
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Spit scripture |
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Bible camp, campfire oil lamp |
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Lava lamp murder box, box office blockbuster |
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Chip off the old block, smoother than a stick of butter |
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Boxcutter ox blood swingin like the |
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Red SoxDon't **** with |
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Goldilocks, a head full of dreadlocks |
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That'll be a glass full of redrum and lava rocks |
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Lock and load, make lots of orphans thenmake you walk the road, your name |
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Viggo Mortensen |
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My mouth dry taut like chalk rock and porcelain |
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Cut you like a portion at |
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Morton's, |
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I'm nitroglycerin |
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Green Beret, night vision, |
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Green Lantern light prism |
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Heightened fright exorcism, |
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Battle Axe death division |
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Yeah![Chorus][Outro: scratched to the end]"Catalogue of carnage, I am armed to destroy""You don't wanna f*** with me, boy" |
