2 x Hook:
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I'm getting by with my wicked ways
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I'm loading up and I'm taking names
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I want to dig my way to hell
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I want to dig my way to hell
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[Verse 1:]
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Guess I got a way with words I could get away with murder
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Ever heard of Aspergers? It's a rare condition
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It's what you're suffering from when you simply don't care if it's an
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80 degree day and there's no fricken air conditioning
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And you can't see the big terrace risen
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'Cus you got the windows up blaring the system in your chevrolet prism
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The devil ain't on the level same as him
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Just someone who rebels in straight masochism
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And imagine him giving him an adjective an
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ass whooping so bad they should put his ass in prison
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I word bully I verbally abuse verbs like he did something to me personally
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Used forgetfully so I cut class and ditch it now I fully rap
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Caddilac from a K Car, My ass from a hole in a ground,
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still can't tell a [?]
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Came straight out the trailer park screaming I'm proud
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To shop at k-mart and it became art
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And I'm still fed up and as pissed off as they are
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To this day I still get in fights with the same broad
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At the same Walmart arguing over the same cart
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In the middle of the aisle whilin I don't give a fvck I don't play!
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You think you saw this basket first?
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Yeah backwards like motherfvcking Bob and Silent Jay
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Illest shit you could think I would say
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Mind's like a pile of clay
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When's the last time you saw a villain with a cape?
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Put a gaping hole in it '
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Tied him around my neck went down the fire escape
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of the Empire State
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Straight fell straight down to the ground splattered all
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over the entire state
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And straight to hell got an impaled by the gates
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So Satan stuck his face in an ashtray
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But I sacheted around flames with a match and
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I gave him the gas face..
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And this got nothing to do with a scalar
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By the way thoughts are getting darker by the day
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I'm a combination of Skylar Grey, Tyler the Creator, and Violent Jay
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It's a fvcking miracle to be this lyrical
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Paint my face with clown makeup and a smiley face I'm insane
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Every rhyme I say .. like an ultra violet ray
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I'm sellin hatred buffet style all the shit you can eat
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$11.99 so come on and pile a plate
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I'm throwin' down the gauntlet to see what hell I can raise
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With the rhyme I'm spittin while I'm shittin' on the competition
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In the meantime it's always mean time
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2 x Hook:
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I'm getting by with my wicked ways
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I'm loading up and I'm taking names
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I want to dig my way to hell
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I want to dig my way to hell
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[Verse 2:]
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I've been a career asshole
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I don't see why these people always got my back
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I done said so much fvcked up shit, I was born a mistake
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But I was put here not by accident
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I had a purpose and that purpose was to beat a beat purplish
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Slaughter tracks, I done put my two dimes and a nickel in this shit
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And I'm coming to get that quarter back
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.. the drama can build
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Your mama can ask me for my autograph
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That cougars a MILF, she's the oldest trick in the book
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But I sure would fall for that
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You done brought a bat to a rocket launcher fight
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When I get on the mic I'm a snap
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Make you wish the ambulance that took me to the
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hospital when I overdosed would have caught a flat
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If it makes you sick to your stomach pass it
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Indigestion my suggestions ..
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If it feels like I'm running away with the game
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Its 'cus I am don't speculate spectate
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All I got is .. days and insults for decades
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But I get by my wicked ways lady you can suck a dick till your neck aches
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Cry till you get puffed eyes red face
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But I'm leaving on this jet plane '..
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I'm sick of pounding a squarepagan around all ?? of the catchrays
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But your baggage ain't gonna fit in my storage over headspace
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Cuz you just ain't big enough to fit your damage ???
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Other words don't try to put the heart in a headcase
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Cuz baby stable mentally I ain't I need my meds I peed my bed
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I'm going blind I don't see my legs I keep on falling down
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No wonder you can't stand me I need my cane
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Someone help me I think my face is melting
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You .. my grains these maggot in my brain
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This G-I-A-N-T hole in my empty head
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If you read my mind you can see my pain
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And you'd see why I'd be this way
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Ever since I was .. playin' with ..
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Or shut the P-I-E hoes that peep my game
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2 x Hook:
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I'm getting by with my wicked ways
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I'm loading up and I'm taking names
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I want to dig my way to hell
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I want to dig my way to hell
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Wicked Ways
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Eminem |