Don¡¯t understand about why you did it
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Tore this nasty track just about in half and then quit it
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You spilt your sickness onto tape and Jon made the track fit it
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It¡¯s not pretty, it¡¯s acidic
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There¡¯s a beast in the beauty, but the beauty won¡¯t admit it
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It¡¯s not surprising we get high off the sounds coming from the deepest darkest pits
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Or that someone trying to climb out would be your own worse critic
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How the hell did the marketing value of tragedy escape Epic?
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Now the album sweeps across the web while Sony remains skeptic...
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If you wanna rip, stay sick
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Let the blood run
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If it ain¡¯t spelled out in pain and misery
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It won¡¯t stick
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And if you wanna lie, stay high
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Let the blood dry
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You could try to sell that band aid but the youth, they ain¡¯t buying it
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In ten years the only worthwhile track I ever wrote,
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I wrote when I was ready to slit my own throat
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The only art I can really feel starts at the end of hope
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Rappers don¡¯t make a sound ¡®til you¡¯re 200 pounds overweight
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seven feet tall chained to the wall eating dog food
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That¡¯s the raw you
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I¡¯m a hypocrite, just by spittin¡¯ this
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I¡¯m not pissed, I¡¯m living better than ever before
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My brain wants the pain back
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but my body likes me eating better than I did on tour
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I¡¯m not even bringing heat on this track and this beat¡¯s begging for it
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Had to put my testicles in a vice, just so I could do this chorus
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Check it
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Is it so strange to be fantasizing all about the different ways
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that I could write about a massive travesty I could see happening to me?
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I¡¯m thinking maybe a plane crash
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or maybe I could go to jail
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or Lumas gets a tumor, Jenny¡¯s got a girlfriend
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all of it turns into poetry, history's got me believing that
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If I were suffering, I could write something
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If she were dead, I could see red
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Spill my guts, choke or sing
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Salvage nothing
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Gavin Castleton - Red, Red, Red (Stay Sick Mix)
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