All day, each and every which way.
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We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
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All day, each and every which way.
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We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
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Otis:
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I'm hiding out in the dark in all of them cemetary places
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And I put tattoo teardrops on all the dead bodie's faces
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Cause it is they who cry for us and if I may bust
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And seperate all the hate from those who are down with us and when I say "Rush!"
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It's like a thousand knives and hatchets to your head
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It's the Ginsu-nami makin' these black streets red (what I said?)
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The dead meets and plot so be afraid
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We're makin' zombies with bodies and then unleash what we made, it's all day!
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Monoxide:
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All of my lifetime, waitin' and gradually seperatin' all of the rational thinkin' from out of my mind
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Rewind and everybody comes to find out that that's why people like you die or either hide out
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I got you glowin' and I'm squeezin' like Darth Vader
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And I'm hopin' now that I can introduce you to your maker.
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All it takes is a little bit of my hate to get it goin' from zero to fuckin' totally insane
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And I'm knowin' that -
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Chorus x 2:
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All day, each and every which way.
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We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
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Who want it? WHAT?
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Step and you get FUCKED UP
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Whoever want it with US
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LIKE WHAT
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Want it with US
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LIKE WHAT
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Bonez Dubb:
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Lazy eyes that be lookin' in all directions
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My crazy mind that you can't get with no connections
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Protection is brought to me from the dead
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It's an army of the anti-life, so what's ahead
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Is a muthafuckin' beat down, we stick around
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All the wack can hate
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And change pace after we murderin' all the snakes and fakes
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Keepin' it wicked, but don't know if it's enough
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I'm takin' a picture of the sickest form of love, it's fucked up!
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Madrox:
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I'm all day, 24/7 like 7/11 spittin' venom on a mission to get to heaven
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We hellish and people relish the transition of a scrub
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To a kamakaze who got little to no love (What?)
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What you got? Nothin', I'm bein' positive
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I ain't even trippin', my whole lifestyle is monsterous
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As a hatchet with a broken handle and a course blade
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Your wig belongs to us, consider your debt paid. ALL DAY!
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Chorus x 4:
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All day, each and every which way.
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We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
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Who want it? WHAT?
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Step and you get FUCKED UP
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Whoever want it with US
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LIKE WHAT
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Want it with US
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LIKE WHAT
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All Day
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AMB |