What the fuck is wrong with you
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I can't see through the shit you do
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I turn my back and you come in my house
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and try to snatch my baby
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You really want to go to war? Fine!
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push you back on your own land mines
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blackbirds with your frickin¡¯ hand signs
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tomahawk to your goddamn eyes
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blowin¡¯ up ribs and spines
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I¡¯m behind enemy lines
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hittin¡¯ Drams with some fine as wines
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while your whole fuckin¡¯ family cries
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Is this what we teach our children
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don¡¯t turn the other cheek just kill them
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hey little Johnny, no one loves you
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these are the lies that make the children
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Run
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what am I supposed to do?
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how am I supposed to feel?
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this can¡¯t be real, I¡¯ll
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Run
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all I want to do is kill
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no time to chill
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I guess it¡¯s ill, I got to
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Run
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when the smoke is gone
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I¡¯m comin¡¯ for your ass
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and now it¡¯s your turn to
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Run
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my love of mine has turned to hate
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and you and yours now I¡¯m away
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I don¡¯t give a damn about your cause of cut
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and arms are breakin¡¯, jaws stay out of my duck
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I¡¯m drunk, my chunk veer over the ear
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Twenty blocks from the crib oh no
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wife front the corner too hell no
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go head punk walk slow
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so I catch up to your elbow
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to the back of your head blood flies
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don¡¯t care for government lies
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just stepped on the wrong foot bitch
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open up wide eat a dick
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Is this what we teach our children
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don¡¯t turn the other cheek just kill them
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hey little Johnny, no one loves you
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these are the lies that make the children
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Run
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what am I supposed to do?
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how am I supposed to feel?
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this can¡¯t be real, I¡¯ll
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Run
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all I want to do is kill
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no time to chill
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I guess it¡¯s ill, I got to
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Run
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when the smoke is gone
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I¡¯m comin¡¯ for your ass
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and now it¡¯s your turn to
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Run
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my love of mine has turned to hate
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and you and yours now I¡¯m away
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We have foot and hell could lie
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you gonna chose your side or will hide
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The rude word is the word ignorance
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is ignore which is a verb
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and basically ignorance is a choice
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the way we treat each other on this earth
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we¡¯ve chosen not to see is unusual
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but man I¡¯m tellin¡¯ you
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it¡¯s brutal and inexcusable
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Run, Run, Run, Run
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Is this what we teach our children
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don¡¯t turn the other cheek just kill them
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hey little Johnny, no one loves you
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these are the lies that make the children
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Run
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Rehab |