You want my life,
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you wanna take away whats mine,
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but I got my rights
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and I'll keep singing 'till the sun don't rise.
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It's like a game for me to watch you suffer in pain,
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it's my favorite thing, and I'm a do this shit 'till your slain.
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You can go and ask God, even he wants you dead.
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I'll put your name to shame everytime that my pen hits the paper.
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Mister, "Mr. I'm the new Jonathan Davis",
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who tries to rap but can't even sing,
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the only time he sounds good is when he's spreading his rumors,
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or filling up his beer gut with the last of his Coors.
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Crap, I ain't done yet, and don't you ever compare me to you,
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I'm the next Trent, your that dude workin' Pro Tools at noon
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and now your chockin' 'cause your career is over for you.
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I fuckin' smoked you, both you.
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Don't you got something betta' to do, than tell each other who's cuter?
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"Mr. Cool Dude", oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that your mom's a loose bitch,
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and her two kids can suck my dick, you know who this is.
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[Chorus:]
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As I walk alone, I still sing for tomorrow.
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Don't you forget that when I meet you there won't be no sorrow.
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These streets are cold but this lonely road I follow.
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I'm not scared cause I know coming home tomorrow.
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Dr. Drew says he don't like me. If he's got a problem with my penis he can fight me.
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Motherfuckers think 'cause I'm on the radio they can buy me and put this asshole right beside me.
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You think I'm a sit here lying? Fuck that, I ain't gonna let no psychooooo punk back.
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In my city, nine milli' milli' sing it with me, I got the Truth in the Spirit, you can try and hit me.
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Theres a certain magic when I spit, and only few can match it 'cause I'm right above the ceiling,
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its a normal habit, thats why these people say I kill it, thank God he made a magnet to take apart these feelings.
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So when you meet me, just say "Hi, how you doin'?" I don't need that other crap like "Wow, I knew how you grew up"
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or you can take the other route and just say "Wow, how you blew up", but behind my back your saying "how the fuck did he do it?"
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[Chorus]
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Yeah some may view me as the villain, portray me like a felon,
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so my musics like a weapon, my mind is like my senses,
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I know when they pretend shit, actin' like its friendship,
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kiss my fuckin' necklace. Ask Joel he's my mother fuckin' witness,
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and every single line I spit, I spit like I'm Tupac and shit.
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Heheh, Yeah I'm still rockin' it, still walkin' it, and they ask Deuce "why you still takin' it?"
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[Chorus]
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Walk Alone
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Deuce |