(Blaze)
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My styles are Grundy, gritty and crusted with mold
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My body is a shell, inside is a tortured soul
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Waiting to grab a hold, of everything you that know
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And casually throw it all right out the window
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I return from the beyond again, with a shovel on my shoulder
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And a photograph of him, from the dark, backwards
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counter-clockwards,
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A lot of the words that I said, they went unheard
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Buried in the casket, tucked under the earth
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For so long, with hopes that no one would get hurt,
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from this raging retard
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Riddled with bullet holes, when you¡¯re different,
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that¡¯s how it goes
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I understand, do you?
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If you were in a situation, that¡¯s mine
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You¡¯d probably go on, pretending everything is fine
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But that, phony feeling couldn¡¯t be further from truth
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When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit
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(Chorus 2x)
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When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit
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That phony feeling, couldn¡¯t be further from truth
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Dirty like the earth, And young bitches that lift skirts
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To pay college funds, or get they nails done
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We all human, got to do, what we gotta to do
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From flipping a couple birds, to turning a trick or two
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Or slapping a trick or three, for imitating a G
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Rapping in the mirror, while they bumping my LP
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Imitation is flattery, that what they tell me
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But you ain¡¯t thug, you can¡¯t sell me, nope
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(Chorus 4x)
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When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit
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That phony feeling, couldn¡¯t be further from truth
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A beautiful bowl of spread with lilies and orchids
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A mortician playing your song upon the organ
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I¡¯ll smash in your casket in with a sledgehammer
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At this point now the anger is all that really matters
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Busted the clock, threw the numbers away in my dreams
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So I¡¯m haunted by new miracle messages, what do they mean?
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Whatever it is, is probably wrong
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There¡¯s a hole in my head, and thoughts do linger too long
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And then I get branded as a walking mistake
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And all I wanted was a piece of the cake, and some ice cream
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Would a nice dream like a vacation from nightmares?
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Speaking on deaf ears to people who don¡¯t really care
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We throw it all away in garbage, bring it back
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Clean it up after the commentary and serve us a track
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What ever they want they gonna get, that¡¯s besides the point
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Meanwhile many motherfuckers platinum off of club joints
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And it¡¯s all fucked up right now
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And it¡¯s all fucked up right now
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And it¡¯s all fucked up right now
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When your on your back in a coffin wearing a suit
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(Chorus 4x)
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When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit
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That phony feeling, couldn¡¯t be further from truth
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Further From The Truth
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Blaze Ya Dead Homie |