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[Chorus]The drugs keepin me high |
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I just wanna eliminate everyone thats in sight |
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The wicked shits alive in me and it will never die |
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I just wanna let you know inside what |
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I'm feelin |
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Feelin' dead but |
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I'm still alive* |
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Killers who cut throats the only ones that survive |
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The wicked shits alive in me and it will never die |
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I just wanna let you know inside what |
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I'm feelin[Monoxide] |
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I'm sick like hotel beds |
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And gettin head |
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In a motel where |
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My girls in the corner dead |
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The coroner said it was an overdose |
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So I cut his throat and left him for deadinside a moble home* |
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I'm a stoner with his motor blown |
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And I get high over leavin wack mcee's comatose |
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You ain't shit you suck |
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So what you got your vowels mixed up* |
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J hand me the bitch so |
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I can pump this shit up like training day |
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I'm holdin the real killers who walk and never run away |
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Put your fuckin gun away'for |
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I get pissed off then piss on ya like a rainy day |
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I ain't happy |
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I'm the other way |
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Stayin mad as fuck and always lookin to retaliate |
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So if you wondering why |
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I magigate |
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Just refer to the real definition of assassinate[Chorus][Madrox] |
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Here we go and were takin it back to basics |
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We make a mark in any marks trying to erase it |
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We take the number and usually we embrace it |
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We were born in chaos with carnival faces |
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Hows that for odds |
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Sent here to eliminate false profits and |
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DemiGods of statistics |
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Media* moguls and spreaders of the falseness |
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With they heads lopped off and bodies tied to crosses |
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Followers have been exposed |
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With overactive temperal lobes |
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Up in they dome |
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No indiviuality more clones on the production line |
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Manufacture and faximilated rhymes for the twelfth time |
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Thirteen's synonomous with the oddity's |
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AStay hungry for flesh like the piranha be |
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Killer tryin to dishonor me |
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Nothin is sacred in a dead economy |
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So bury me deep* where the haters will never bother me[Chorus][Madrox] |
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They got a problem with us and the way we tellin it |
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Not a statistic refuse to be irrelevent |
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Disorted in sick shit |
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Ooze from every element |
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You can blame it on my soul but the music be compelling it |
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To do the type to make you feel it when you hear it |
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Musical ducktape |
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To patch the holes in your spirt |
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No jump on fate |
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We tomahawk with the lyrics |
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And stay buzz wordy while your shits on clearance[Monoxide] |
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You phonier than cinamax porn and bein torn |
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Between bein a label whore |
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And wishin you were never born |
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I'm not hear to scorn |
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I'm just sayin that your nothin more than a pawn on a board in a fake war |
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And now you fuck with the militia* |
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Whirl with that government issue |
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Wont miss ya |
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I ain't gotta spit a line to diss ya |
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I got a line around the block of folks commin to get ya[Chorus] |
