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Well, here we go again, get up |
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A little somethin' for your ear hole, get up |
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Baring a part of my soul again, get up |
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Disturbed in the house, we're droppin' plates |
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You said it couldn't be done |
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Told me that it's the kind of battle that just couldn't be won |
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You know you're too sick, too hard, too ****** in the head |
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You'll never make it, no, not in this lifetime |
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Well guess again my friend, don't act surprised |
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We got the bass drum kick that will blow out your eyes |
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'Cause when you hear this ******t, you'll get to steppin' |
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Gonna fight the war and use my music as a weapon |
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You know I'm talkin' 'bout recognition |
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You know I'm talkin' 'bout vindication |
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Another goddamn slap in the face |
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Don't wanna give us a place, are you afraid? |
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Well fear this 'cause I'm breakin' |
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Through the walls of your nightmare |
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Wake up time to die, the way I'm livin' there |
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Is no compromising it |
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Better get ready for another surprise |
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And it may leave a mark because I'm coming fast |
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Plantin' thoughts in your mind |
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And droppin' plates on your ass |
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Well, here I come, I'm droppin' plates on your ass |
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Well here I come, I'm droppin' plates on your ass ****** |
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You never mind and you don't need this |
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Well here I come, I'm droppin' plates on your ass ****** |
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You never mind and you don't need |
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Well on your mark, here we go again |
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Well, never mind 'cause you're not number one |
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You're too hard and from the other side |
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I think it's time to bring it home again right to me |
