[Mad Child]
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I've lost track of my body count, The amount is enormous
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Dropped in sector four
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Non-conformist intimidates, Eliminating all heads of state
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The punishment is banishment
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Tarnishing and vanishing
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I'm runnin' shit
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Titanic panicking, Manic depressant
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Addicted to adolescence, At the end of the crescent
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Dragon's eyes glow fluorescent
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Second-guess and rest in peace
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Get laced in radioactive waste that's released
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Feast fit for a king
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Then bring two servants
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Words swervin' and curvin'
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You'll get what you deservin', It's urgent
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Mad Child slice precise like a surgeon
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Emergency exit's where you're headin'
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Ha, forget it
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[Hook (both)]
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I'm your host to the roller coaster
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Stick to your guns and cling to your holster
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X2
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[Prevail]
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As MC's slowly slip into sleep
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Without bailin' with their hands up
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Their homeboys act like Casey and Finnegan
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Now this tends to send trends of frenzy, In to forensics
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And then medics get hit
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Lips spread like books of Dianetics
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I'm a credit to my field of study
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I, I kneel to nobody
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You'll be as lucky as Lucy-Ann
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If you get a word in edgewise
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When it comes to being word wise , I've got an edge
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And a worldwide urge
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To rock on more wax than Verve
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I'm in a class of my own
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And still throw the grade curve
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The great curves of a poet
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Is to run short on ideas
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Works twice like two-way mirrors
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My advice might slice like shears
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[Hook (both)]
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I'm your host to the roller coaster
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Stick to your guns and cling to your holster
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X2
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[Mad Child]
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The penalty is execution, Suffer consequences
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Intense as a prison riot, Barbed wire fences
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Tenses, your Excellency senses
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Assassins in the entrance, Disguised as my apprentice
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Nonequivalent sibilance in every sentence
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Send a message up by horse
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Back to the castle, through the forests
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Over the hill with no hassle
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Scrolls scripted in gold, Ancient enlightenment
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Wizardry and wisdom, Expressive excitement
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Handsome and lonesome, The brand new heaviest
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Lunacy in unison
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Magnificent specimen
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[Prevail]
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The pinpointed path , Through the pit and the pendulum
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Hypnotic gases still whirl
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On the last curl of the wind mast, And narrows in
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With Apollo and Ottomans, To cause pestilence
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And rid the prominence, Of so called dominance
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He and I the most decadent
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With a promise of providence
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I'm adamant about your iris
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Seeing the style I use, When it's evident
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I compile a charge , Like an alkaline pile
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The concubines of pantomimes
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More war chants and streamlined design
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In the line, ligaments
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With imagined figments
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The tragic and epidemic rise
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Of zero point five micro-pigment
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Can you dig it?
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[Hook (both)]
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I'm your host to the roller coaster
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Stick to your guns and cling to your holster
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X2
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Switchblade
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Swollen Members |