Walkin to an undertone.
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Ears don't hear so clear cuz I stuck a pencil inside my temple.
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My blood escapes from outta the hole, your broadcast is white from every one of my channels.
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Nothin' but static remains, I ain't really changed.
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I just disconnected and chucked all of my feelin's away.
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I'm numb now, they call me dumb somehow.
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I chose myself as a target to unleash and take all the pain out on.
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So I'm the victim of my own wicked torment.
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Spare me with the tears of sorrow, I quite enjoy it.
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I was never meant to belong.
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Odd shaped pieces never fit the puzzle of life society's built on.
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So here I sit with a hole in my head, I tried replacin information and I wound up dead.
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Nothin' but static remains on my hands and my brains are leakin' out on the floor as I die screamin in pain.
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You dealin with a person who aint got nothin to lose type
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a motha fucka hang himself with the lace inside his gym shoes.
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You better watch your back you better watch me ain't no tellin where
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I might be or what I got with me.
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You dealin with a person who could really give a fuck,
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type of motha fucka get the stick and somebody gone get stuck.
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You better watch your back you better watch me ain't no tellin where
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I might be or what I got with me.
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I'm the wrong one to test, laid hoes to rest go against me and i kidnap the nest second guess me
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I'm pushin pause on your life like your stopped at a light
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I'm sneakin in like a thief in the night to cause murder (nah man dont hurt her)
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man you soundin like bitch get a grip to late her necks slit
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watch the blood drip it forms a puddle by the side of head and now it hit you that
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shes dead in a rage you lunge at me but my blade cuts a hole in your lunge your grabbin at me
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but both yall are done I'm the one nobody though could ever do something
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so grucium to the point where people call it a rumor that never caught me till this day
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the spirits still haunt me in my mind is where they hide
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I hope nobody'll find out I could end it with a slit of my wrist or I could murder
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mother fuckers to help me get with this shit.
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You dealin with a person who aint got nothin to lose type
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a motha fucka hang himself with the lace inside his gym shoes.
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You better watch your back you better watch me ain't no tellin where
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I might be or what I got with me.
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You dealin with a person who could really give a fuck,
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type of motha fucka get the stick and somebody gone get stuck.
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You better watch your back you better watch me ain't no tellin where
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I might be or what I got with me.
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Man who you fuckin with?
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I got no conscience fuck the whole world is how i feel
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to be honest walk up in a crown of Gs bust off hot lead from the barrel of my gun
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to the cheek now they dead.
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blood stains streak where they were standin they body slayin section pick them up
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and put them in my collection.
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don't start static always lookin for more watch your back when its dark and you alone its on
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electroshock brain wave hair rise look in a killas eyes static with me
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you only fantisies rub the wrong way quick reflex eager to jump at fuckin anyone
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and put em in check i let things get to me now
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I'm the one startin the static easy come easy go problem solved
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with automatics deep breaths takin no need aint necessary
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cause the static bein started doesn't scare me not at all
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You dealin with a person who aint got nothin to lose type
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a motha fucka have hang himself with the lace inside his gym shoes.
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You better watch your back you better watch me ain't no tellin where
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I might be or what I got with me.
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You dealin with a person who could really give a fuck,
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type of motha fucka get the stick and somebody gone get stuck.
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You better watch your back you better watch me ain't no tellin where
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I might be or what I got with me.
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Static
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Twiztid |