*Hi beautiful. I missed you while I was gone.
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Sup homie? I wrote you this song.
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I'd be better off dead 'cause both chedder and bread
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Have alluded me since I was a little shithead.
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So instead of working the 9 to 5 job
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I'll settle for what I am, a white trash slob.
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So I guess I'm destined to sit in this cesspool
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'Til somebody pass me a blade or a pistol.
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I've had it up to here, I'm most sincere
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I poke my own eyes in until they tear.
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So people think that I feel but they're wrong 'cause I don't.
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Soaked in my sweat grab the mic and go for broke.
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'Cause I'm trying to forget just a day in the life
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I love all my friends but they stab with the knife.
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They go cut, cut, cut
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Stab, stab, stab
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I continue fightin' then I grab, grab, grab
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On the mic to try to writin' all my wrongs
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But my heart is exactly where it belongs.
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There's a reason there's a cut, there's a friend, there's a foe.
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There's a lover, there's a girl, there's a woman, there's a hoe.
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People never know, they act like they do.
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Joshua, they're laughing at you.
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There's a reason there's a cut, there's a friend, there's a foe.
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There's a woman, there's a girl, there's a slut, there's a hoe.
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People never know, they act like they do.
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Joshua, they're laughing at you.
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I dissect every signal that my brain intercepts
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I wiggle 'round the black, find the light that I reflect.
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But every time I get to a happy memory,
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There's an asshole right there to fuck it up for me.
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No high-school degree, nothing coming easily.
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I died yesterday, what you don't remember me? (huh?)
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Ah great, fuck 'em anyway.
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Send another rapper through me, stuff 'em any day.
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Book 'em and cuff 'em and throw the mother fuckin' book away,
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Had enough of 'em stuff 'em inside of a box and drive away
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And pray you don't feel the wrath of my dismay,
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'Cause I slay any opponent with a fuckin' word to say.
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I play way serious, I no longer play.
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Sit in the same room let my rage run astray.
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And just when you think my tank is on empty,
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Somebodys right there, just waiting to tempt me.
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There's a reason there's a cut, there's a friend, there's a foe.
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There's a lover, there's a girl, there's a woman, there's a hoe.
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People never know, they act like they do.
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Joshua, they're laughing at you.
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There's a reason there's a cut, there's a friend, there's a foe.
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There's a woman, there's a girl, there's a slut, there's a hoe.
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People never know, they act like they do.
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Joshua, they're laughing at you.
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Now as my blood thickens and it slows to a crawl,
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And it flows through my heart pop in the middle of it all.
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I'm an asshole. I'm a fuck up, a scumbag.
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Instead of a baby, man, I should've been a cum rag.
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Inside my head, nothing but confusion.
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Don't ask me for answers, I got no solutions. (I don't know)
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I got potions, bruises, contusions
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Scrapes and cuts, the puss that I'm using.
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American Idol fuck Clay and Ruben.
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American homocidal, recitals what I'm doing.
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Loosen the grip that these dickheads got,
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While they hold under your hips and pound your brown spot.
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There's a reason there's a cut, there's a friend, there's a foe.
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There's a lover, there's a girl, there's a woman, there's a hoe.
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People never know, they act like they do.
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Joshua, they're laughing at you.
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There's a reason there's a cut, there's a friend, there's a foe.
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There's a woman, there's a girl, there's a slut, there's a hoe.
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People never know, they act like they do.
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Joshua, they're laughing at you. (so quit it)
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Joshua, They're Laughing At You
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| Weerd Science |
