*Gunshots*
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(Jamie Madrox)
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Festival of Samhein
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What's that your holding?
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Turn full circle, face to face with the Omen
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When I split you open
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I go for your heart
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And spit on your soul and slash that weak shit apart
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Competition means common and in the way
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So all you common motherfuckers better watch what you say
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I ain't friendly bitch
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And ain't no body asleep
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You're only slept on cause your shit is played and weak
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Then you slept with the enemy time and again
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And now the only people coming to your shows is friends
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Of your sorry ass, I ain't sorry, I'm kinda glad
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I admit I took your cd back and said it was scratched
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Should've broke that shit in half
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For your attempt to try and take me
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For twenty dollars out of my pocket with no apology
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Ordinary wanna-be, fly by night, high MC's
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They call that one dude Daddy-X
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Cause he's like fifty-three
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(Chorus x2 - Violent J & Esham & Shaggy 2 Dope)
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Burn, black smoke fills the sky
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You bring the wicked out of me
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Your killer is I
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I love to watch you fall, but you're already gone
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I love to watch you fall, but you're already gone
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(Monoxide Child)
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Quit taking up shelf space homie and just pass the weed
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And let the mainstream tell you when or when not to breathe
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Don't ever fucking diss me
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Or my crew with our shit
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Or we'll feed you to the same fucking pigs I see you playing with
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Come and get some
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You really want to get your front piece rattled?
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All over a rap battle
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It's the fame game homie, and we don't play that
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So if you diss me, I'mma find out where your folks stay at
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To say that, sparks they fly, but we don't die
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And on the twenty-first day of July
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You got your eye full
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Get the fuck off the stage and make way
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Like the legendary hoe, here today and gone the next day
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It ain't a setup, it's the truth and you can deal with it
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All because you're sheltered by that Hollywood appeal shit
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It makes me sick, I wanna vomit
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Cause the only thing that matters about your album
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Is who else you got rapping on it
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(Chorus x4 - Violent J & Esham & Shaggy 2 Dope & Anybody Killa)
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Burn, black smoke fills the sky
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You bring the wicked out of me
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Your killer is high
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I love to watch you fall, but you're already gone
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I love to watch you fall, but you're already gone
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Hollywood, I'm Coming
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| ICP (Insane Clown Posse) |
