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I.... You can catch a buzz off |
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me from smoking the reazin off my tongue |
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and disappear in the dark like the smoke in my lungs. |
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Now will you walk with me, |
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take a chance when the faces all talk to me, |
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or when they callin me. |
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My eyes closed and I can't see |
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straight, now it's pitch black, |
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can't breathe and I can't move like a heart attack. |
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Hung ova, stoned sober, |
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my last guy crashed and burned so game over. |
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Control over a parallel you can't even fuck with. |
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Cast half the spells and burn you in the dark shit |
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Crossed over with my faith in God, |
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stigmata, bleedin from the hole in my arm. |
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I'm hangin from ropes and chains with my veins all cut up, |
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in a puddle of blood, monoxide, bitch, what up. |
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Realm walker through the smoke I come, |
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drank the gloats with green eyes and sippin on blood. |
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Chorus: |
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What if the world couldn't get any worse than this? |
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I just did it just did it just did it just did. |
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4 times |
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You're starin at a homicidal maniac straight out his biskit, |
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you never know how deep shit |
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can get until you're knee deep in it. |
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So come along and witness things, dark enough to mainstream, |
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sendin eyes wander through the tunnels |
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of your blood veins And if yall didn't know ? for hoes, |
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ain't no love for trolls, |
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better roll for you get stole on, better, better get gone, |
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for I grab this axe start hittin your |
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ass the way I usually hit this bong. |
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Hit this moist and coochie |
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when I speak on point like se 'er fuck your 9 millimeter. |
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Real stupid, your killaz carry an axe |
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either in our hands or in the haters |
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back watch em drip like candle wax. |
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Caught up in the wicked web created by the light of them |
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and now your homies dead I |
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think you better call an ambulance. |
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Talkin that, walkin that, can't nobody |
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fuck with me but now you're on your back |
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and labeled just another casualty. |
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Chorous 4 times |
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Time is running out for the planet Earth. ???, |
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you will make it, in society, or out of it. |
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What if the world couldn't get any worse than this? |
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Time is running out for the planet Earth. |
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What if the world couldn't get any worse than this. |
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You'll make it, in society or out of it. |
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Comatose (what?) fucked up on drugs, |
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scatter brain from an infection I got my blood, |
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monoxide bless the dead up (bitch what), hold it down, |
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keep these weak bitches from double crossin the underground. |
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My space, my world, and my way, |
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and I'm a grown-ass man, dog, so bitch don't play ( eat a ?). |
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My reflection is insanity that's all that I can see, |
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that's all that I can really truly be (yeah). |
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Brought up in a world of lies and hypocrites and tension, |
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where copy cats are waiting |
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to perpetrate you invention (damn), |
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so listen up and lend an ear, here, you can borrow mine, |
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livin for yesterday and today will tomorrow find (hey) |
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a place where people will understand, |
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it ain't the chips that make the man, |
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it's the spirit heart and action. |
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And you can try and argue with that, |
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while me and monoxide split this pack of |
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cigarettes and smoke our lungs black. |
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Chorus 4 times |