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I walk through the valley of death, 600 deep
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Waking up dead from the sleep
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Just like a diamond
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Watch me shine
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Bright like the sun
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Make you wanna pull a gun
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And buck 2 shots
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For the peckerwood rockin'
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Put down your glock
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Or your block, I'll be knockin'
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And dead off your shoulders
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Head will roll
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Peckerwood P
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Funk assassin of soul
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Is in control
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So have no fear
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I'm in this for real
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Make it crystal clear
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I get a little better each and every year
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It's called improvement
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Your style's a bowel movement
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I'm taking you back to mount CulMcClarin
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My whole family's stoned but there aint one sharin'
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So whatcha looking at
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Huh, why you starin'
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Just take a picture
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Before I have to hit ya
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Ease back kid, gimme some space
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Or Whoop there it is upside your face
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Chorus 1
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'Cause a hero aint nothin' but a sandwich
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And a legend aint nothin' but a car
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So shoot dope in your veins
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And get some fame
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And maybe one day you'll be a star
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You know a hero aint nothin' but a sandwich
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And a legend aint nothin' but a car
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So go blow out your brains to get some fame
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And maybe one day you'll be a star
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I live in the house
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And it's full of pain
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But still out the frame
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I'm going insane
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I stay on point like a sniper
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Chillin' in the viper room
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Before it became a tomb
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Take the low road
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And you hit rock bottom
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And keep low riding
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All the way to Saddam
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And back to Gamora
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Now you're set the vault
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Dirty little fuckup
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Raising hell
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But next year we'll all talk about how you fell
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Because you're judged on how your records sell
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Chorus 2
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A hero aint nothin' but a sandwich
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And a legend aint nothin' but a car
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So get locked up in chains to get some fame
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And maybe one day you'll be a star
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You know a hero aint nothin' but a sandwich
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And a legend aint nothin' but a car
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So go blow out your brains to get some fame
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And maybe one day you'll be a star
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And maybe one day you be a star(4x)
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Let's break it down
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To the bear root essence
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Count your fingers
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Then count your blessings
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True confessions
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Ask the questions
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Substitute your answers with your obsessions
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I take to the break of dawn of time
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I do it all the time
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But you know it don't come easy
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Cause I turn on the TV
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I see more and more pain and less and less glory
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And it's the same ol' story
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Ya see year after year the programs sphered
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But I aint subscribing
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Till there's live executions on Pay-Per View
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Word to Donahue
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Put on Melrose Place
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Whoop there it is upside your face
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Chorus 3
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Cause a hero aint nuthin but a sandwich
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And a legend aint nuthin but a car
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So shoot dope in our veins
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To get that fame
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And maybe one day you'll be a star
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You know a hero aint nuthin but a sandwich
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And a legend aint nuthin but a star
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So go blow out your brains
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Like Kurt Cobain
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And maybe one day you'll be a star
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Mabey one day you'll be a star (4x)
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Legend
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| House Of Pain |
