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Sometimes it could be much harder, when you feel like becoming a target |
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Gotta erase the bullseye and |
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I let em all know that they're looking in a mind of a monster |
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Looking for anybody who wanna regard this |
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I don't want any money I wanna leave em heartless |
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I just wanna tell them if I had it my way |
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You'd never have a motherfucking heart to start with |
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Let's go! Can anybody show me the way to my soul |
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Keeping it wicked in every way I know |
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But I get lost, like a miss toss and ball goes out the window |
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Not a motherfucking role model, \"we don't die\" it'll be the only motto |
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'Bout to breakdown everyone of you hoes |
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I make sure the world knows who's weak and hollow |
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I'm a beast to follow, let it all looking for a beat to swallow |
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It'll be 52 weeks tomorrow, since I started my killin' the weak shit embargo |
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Hid em all in precious cargo, ego killer, wanna sleep like all go |
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Maybe I'll save the world tomorrow, but right now your time is borrowed |
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Breakdown! (I can hear em callin' I can't stop from fallin') |
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Someone save me now! (I'm just so confused now, feeling used and let down) |
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Feel it real in your heart, like it's bout to die shit |
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It's a cold ass world, better pack a knife |
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And bring it down to the depths of this |
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Over shadow respecting this, expecting this to be coincided and heavenless |
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But never live, never settle again, any better when |
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Life's weighing my patience, making me feel heaven |
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And if I have any real feelings, that's relevant |
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Last to never forget like an elephant |
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Don't fit like shotgun shells up the cartilage of the monster square pecs |
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Feelin' more like a sinner does, waitin' till the symphony |
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Metrical and the musical gravitaion is pullin' ya |
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Close for microphones and earholes are fitted with zeros |
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Or forked tongues waking the dead, makin' some new foes, a simple stain |
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And permament pain on a mission to take the preso |
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Y'all know this attractin' hope |
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But the lack there of be the true scope but no rope |
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Scapegoats and sale hoes soon become |
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Sinking ships with escapes raft of cut throats |
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Stay afloat cause we back again, and we destined to crack heads |
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We get found in the top 10, the rest can drop dead |
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There's no stoping when the twins are infectin' with Twiztid connected |
