[Eon]
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We arrive with the sun smog up in the vintage London fog
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I'm fuckin your G after you took her to miniature golf
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From the floor of this shitty-ass kitchen
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I see hella cats in my general chao's chicken
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And your dogs is in the black bee sauce
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Fuck the wrong bitch raw and have your dick found up in cars
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I'm not worried bout no air time
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I'm more concerned about when my bald spot'll reach my hairline
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Cats be stuck on that Grinch colored lie
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With one bloodshot and a twitch up in the other eye
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So you get stuck by the strong safety
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when you a serial killer clown like John Wayne Gacy
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Donate that track to charity
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Watch it become a TRL calamity, soon to be parodied
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I stay married, to some D-cup breasteses
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With music, weed, and porno as my mistresses
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[Chorus]
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We all weirdos, anti-hero's
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The ones your moms said wouldn't amount to fuckin zero
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Flaws in the laws, can't be downed by it
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Stalk through life with a quiet defiance
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We all weirdos, anti-hero's
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The ones your moms said wouldn't amount to fuckin zero
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So much hip-hop bullshit to cut through
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And if you don't like it, well then fuck you!
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[Copywrite]
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Lovin sluts when they IQ's under three
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They suck cock and rock a 34 in double-D (uh-huh)
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Earth will crumble under me
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And the moon will plummet to the sea before you cats are sunnin me
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I'm who rappers come see when they want heat
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If you had traces of Copywrite in your sperm you couldn't cum-pete
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So fuck you, your mom, and your team of pawns
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And if you don't believe in God, then you're callin me a fraud
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[Eon]
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Outlawed, for disturbin the peace in synagogues
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I'm rollin with a crew that look like fuckin sweathogs
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Endin up strapped to hospital gurneys
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with a stage show resemblin some "Weekend at Bernie's"
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Straight from "The Dead Zone" with ten poems
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of dead tomes, now they gotta reinvent foes
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Since a child, my (?) on file
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That's why I filmed your bitch with "Girls Gone Wild"
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[Chorus]
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[Copywrite]
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Fuckin coward; I got priests and nuns lovin Tower
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If it ain't about rap or pussy, I don't give a fuck about it
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Written for written, you can't front, your clan sucks
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Fuck it here, spit my written, I'll come off the head like dandruff
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Searchin the trunk of your Benz for money to spend
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I'll steal from anybody especially one of my friends
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That goes double for that bitch you share your microphone with
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and those dumb enough to believe she writes her own shit
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You ain't no enemy, my friends are worse
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Got a memory with an endless verse
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to serve any emcee within this earth
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whether kin to me, or friend since birth
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I'll kill you, hop in a rented jeep, rear-end your hearse
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Recite sinister quotes
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minutes before I slice your minister's throat
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with a miniature sword
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So where my local whores with open sores
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that want Copywrite semen to marinate they vocal chords?
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[Chorus]
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Anti Hero's
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| Smut Peddlers |
