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(Chorus 2X: Jamey Jasta) |
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Push it to the Limit, walk along the razor's edge |
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Don't look down, just keep your head up till you're finished |
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Up and up the limit, past the point of no return |
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Reach the top, but you gotta learn how to keep it |
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(Necro) |
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Attack you like an evil gargoyle with swords |
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Burn you like radiation, leave you a charbroiled corpse |
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We represent every satanic element, I'm malevolent |
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Murder you, you're gettin' sent to where the Devil went |
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If I'm wrong you could be dead right |
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When you pass you'll be forgotten 'cause I'm rotten like the website |
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We get ogrish, poisonous like a cobra's kiss |
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Demonic, like when the last day in October hits |
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You're miserable, livin' trapped in your bed |
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You should be clapped in your head 'cause you'd be happier dead |
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You little pussies get choked to death with a Cotex |
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You're dying little by little, every second, go check your Rolex |
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You're not living forever, I'll bet you |
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How much you wanna put up? For the right price somebody'll dead you |
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No cushion for lyrics, mushin' you if you're timid |
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Extreme rap, explicit, we push it to the limit |
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(Chorus) |
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(Necro) |
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You tremble from the brutality |
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Make you resemble George A. Romero character in reality |
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Bring your big posse |
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You'll be a bunch of fertilized faggots, like Versace and Liberace |
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Get killed in a building, smashing you like Zildjian |
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cymbals, buckin' you like Brazilian children |
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Write your will out to your attorney |
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After a weekend at Bernie's you'll be deceased, dead on a gurney |
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I rip the beat like the contours of your flesh stripped |
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As you stare, pump gore, it's a trip |
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Can't think about food with bullets buried in your belly |
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But notice bloody flesh looks like blueberry jelly |
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You're repulsively corrosive |
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Your mother taught you not to get involved with explosives |
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Skull opened like Iron Maiden Eddy, kaput, finished |
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Wanted excitement, you died for it, you pushed it to the limit |
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(Chorus) |
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(Necro) |
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We'll push it to the limit like a tourniquet crushin' your cranium |
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Mushin' you, murder you, burnin' you to a crisp live on uranium |
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Maintainin' sins like Iranians holdin' grenade pins |
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Blazin' your skin, stomp you with a whole parade of Timbs |
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Put a gemstar to your flesh pa, the emperor |
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Of demented sentences with a temper, your mentor |
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Demonic like Skeletor, Destro, 'Deceps' |
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Criminal corrupted culprits'll beat you to death |
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Keep your head up or you'll get your head cut off |
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Your whole life shut off with a knife, wipe the blood off |
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My perspective is respect this or expect |
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To be left With a neck full of stitched up imperfections |
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'Cause you bitched up, in retrospective your collective |
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Woulda switched up if you knew what a bunch of sick fucks |
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We are when we get hectic too late, drama, we all up in it |
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Go all out, push it to the limit |
