It's time for me to raise that dead man
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You must be going right out of your mind
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Surprise me, you picked a hell of a time
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You must despise me, the words I can't find
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It's just me, hate machine by design
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Lessons in respect could be easily achieved
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A blow to the head, down 1-2-3
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You could get up, stand up, fight for your life
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A left and a right, then out go your lights
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It's my life, my time and time for you to recognize
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That pay backs from way back can
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Hurt you like a motherfucker
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Inside, outside, prepare for some retribution
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My path is set and hell's comin' with me
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It's time for me to raise the dead man
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You're just standing there got
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Piss runnin' down your leg
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You bleed real nice and you're too proud to beg
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Now your thoughts are turning toward
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Obtaining a weapon
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You didn't buy the last one so don't
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Hesitate for a second
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AR 15 and my Glock 40 cal
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Converted Tech 9, now who's your favorite pal
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I'd rather carve your heart out
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With a dull rusty knife
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And when it's all over, bigger fishes fry tonight
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Raise The Deadman
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| Stuck Mojo |
