... scoreboard first!
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*gun cocks, fires*
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Explosion, holes blown in my chest
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Like Speakers
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People screaming louder than some queers
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I've been the victim of some untimely set
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Trippin' peeps in the streets
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By-standers, children and women
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Are watchin me fall
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Blood sprayin on the ground
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Must be bust up
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As visions of my life begin to gather round
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Heart pumpin and a body of stone is what I feel
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Now a prison of internal bleeding full of steel
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Let's keep it really real,
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I'm hoping I'ma make it
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This is the only life I got
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and I be damned if you gon take it
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Feelin' colder than the polar ice caps
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See my boy's frozen face of horror as he reacts
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Why did they pop me, was it all over bank?
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Because my lungs burnin like Haley's Comet inside a holding tank
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Who am I? What is life?
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Did I respect it?
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So many questions floatin on in the last second
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In the last second of life
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Pain is slippin away
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What if this happenened to you or your boy today?
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How would you feel?
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In the last second of life
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I don't wanna die up in this muthafucker tonight
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In the last second of life
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Pain is slippin away
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What if this happenened to you or your boy today?
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How would you feel?
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In the last second of life
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I don't wanna die up in this muthafucker tonight
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Memories are playin my mind like dienetics
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Havin visions of emergency surgery, anesthetic
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Respirators and IV and these
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All around me, beside me
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Man this all reminds me
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Of how so many others met their end and disappeared
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There's an evil darkness droppin down, flowin, coming near
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Like the approach of a Halocaust
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Bringin the final end, trying to make my own fibers
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Soon I'll be dead
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Who's gonna care for my family if I die?
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Will I spend better time if I recover from the flat line?
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Will I become another part of the streets?
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Another body riddled with bullets
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Underneath a white sheet
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With bloodstains,
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I can't explain the pain
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Like butcher knives falling from the sky
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Instead of rain
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Who am I? What is life?
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Did I respect it?
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So many questions floatin on in the last second
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In the last second of life
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Pain is slippin away
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What if this happenened to you or your boy today?
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How would you feel?
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In the last second of life
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I don't wanna die up in this muthafucker tonight
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In the last second of life
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Pain is slippin away
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What if this happenened to you or your boy today?
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How would you feel?
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In the last second of life
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I don't wanna die up in this muthafucker tonight
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My vision fades to black,
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My body started shaking
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Like a basehead hyped up on a 30 sack
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Hearing the toll of the eternity bell
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As I feel a dimension door open straight from hell
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Shadows appear, come right up out the ground
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Accompanied with red eyes and slitherin sounds
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Tryin to take me down
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Where there is no rest
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Where the damned live in firepits and hooks in they flesh
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That ain't my type of party,
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That ain't no Shrangri-La
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But with a crippled body I'm not making it far
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Life is almost gone as I feel claws rake my back
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Preachers start to grab hold
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Man this shit is helly whack
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And will I see tomorrow is all I'm thinking now
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I pray as I hear my boy telling me to hold on
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I see that life is turnin, think I have a chance
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As we reach the hospital, I died up in the ambulance
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*phone ringing*
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C'mon, c'mon
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*machine picks up*
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This is Ross and I'm not chillin in the hizzle for rizzle my shizzle, the fellas drop a message, girls drop your drawers and I'll see ya around like a donut
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*beep*
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Ross Baker, this is your landlord. I'm a little concerned. I haven't heard from you in a while and I've been tryin to get a hold of you all week and uhh
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*machine again*
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Hahahaha...Caught ya with that one scrotum scruffer....Haha leave a message
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*beep*
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Look Ross! I've been tryin to get a hold of you. I haven't seen your rent in months, what is goin on?!
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*machine a third time*
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Hahahaha, you fuckin corn, gotcha twice with that one bubbleback, peace!
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*beep*
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You fuckin..!
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In The Last Second
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Jumpsteady |