[Slug]
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This one goes out to all of those that want success
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Wait, not just the ones that want it
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This goes to those that feel they deserve it
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And this one goes to all of those that make the moves
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and those that have paid the dues
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To all of those that walk the fine line on the edge
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To all the heads about to break it loose
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And you don't want to come close to feeling it
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Initial reaction like "Yo, I don't give a shh..."
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After a minute within it, they start to think
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"Why the hell they didn't get it, did they not hear what he speaks?"
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They don't know me, it's best that way
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Let 'em look for tomorrow in yesterday
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And let me strain my lungs for the love of popping amps
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Let me spike the ball because I don't like to dance
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Let me paint a picture on the surface of your mind
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I got a job at the circus and I quit writing rhymes
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Now I travel from city to city, life of a gypsy
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Gravel, grass, concrete, folk law and mystery
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Yo, looking at my Gucci, it's about that time
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for me to pawn this piece of junk and try to pay some of these fine's,Fly angel fly, don't ever look back
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You better scoop that dead rat off the track, go home and cook that
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Maybe you should trade that Mustang for a Jeep
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So when you get too drunk to drive, you'll have a dry place to sleep
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Don't forget what chocolate milk does to a hangover
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Come on, who you think cut the tires on your Land Rover?
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Twist the nobs and chew the fat off the shish kebab
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Ditch the lard,cut my hair and made me quit my job
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And if I pass before they get a chance to hear me
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Tell 'em "Kiss my ass" and teach 'em all about my theory
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[Chorus: 4x]
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Choking on a wishbone, position blown out the frame
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Pissed on the remains to mark the spot and spark the flame
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[Slug]
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It never settles, the constant grinding of metal
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against complicated timing, developing my threshold
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Touching the gestalt with a little reverb and some echo
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to add extra flavor like pesto
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Yo, the cards are dealt and now I'm staring at my hand
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Looking for something to toss, tryna find a spot to stand
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The anger felt as I look across the land
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It doesn't equal to the eagerness and hunger to expand
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Move past, the berry is set, the previous sets
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carry me through the meaninglessness
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Here I am with the word extracting nerves
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Running toward the stage (here we go) to watch the crash occur
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[Chorus: 2X]
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[Slug]
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Put your head on the pillow and shut your eyes
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Take your mind out the ghetto and touch the sky
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Then come ease down that much feared trail of blood, sweat and love
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Instead of flame, crying tears in the rain
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The blunder game, and it drowned out the hunger pains
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Numbed the brain and played life like a numbers game
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Poppa needs a new pair of nuts, cause he lost touch
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with the last ones fastened to the bottom of his guts
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Yo, they don't know me, it's best that way
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Let 'em look for tomorrow in yesterday
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This child is your fate so let 'em play
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I bet I know your age and I can guess your weight
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Wait, wait, how can it be so simple and straight?
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And why the hell ain't you tripping to make some ripples in the lake?
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I can't figure it out, for God's sake arguing a lost case
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as it irritates my prostate, and when I sit home alone
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I kick over the telephone and catch my zone inside the dial tone
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[Chorus]
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[Multiple recordings of Slug talking play together for 38 seconds]
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Choking On A Wishbone
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Atmosphere |