[Chorus]
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The drugs keepin me high
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I just wanna eliminate everyone thats in sight
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The wicked shits alive in me and it will never die
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I just wanna let you know inside what I'm feelin
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Feelin endevoured I'm still alive
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Killers who cut throats the only ones that survive
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The wicked shits alive in me and it will never die
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I just wanna let you know inside what I'm feelin
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[Monoxide]
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I'm sick like hotel beds
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And gettin head
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In a motel where
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My girls in the corner dead
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The coroner said it was an overdose
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So I cut his throat and left him for dead
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I slide him over home
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I'm a stoner with his motor blown
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And I get high over leavin wack mcee's comatose
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You ain't shit you suck
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So what you got your vitals mixed up
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J hand me the bitch so I can pump this shit up like training day
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I'm holdin the real killers who walk and never run away
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Put your fuckin gun away
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'for I get pissed off then piss on ya like a rainy day
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I ain't happy I'm the other way
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Stayin mad as fuck and always lookin to retaliate
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So if you wondering why I magigate
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Just refer to the real definition of assassinate
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[Chorus]
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[Madrox]
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Here we go and were takin it back to basics
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We make a mark in any marks trying to erase it
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We take the number and usually we embrace it
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We were born in chaos with carnival faces
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Hows that for odds
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Sent here to eliminate false profits and DemiGods of statistics
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Mediums, moguls and spreaders of the falseness
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With they heads lopped off and bodies tied to crosses
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Followers have been exposed
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With overactive temperal lobes
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Up in they dome
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No indiviuality more clones on the production line
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Manufacture and faximilated rhymes for the twelfth time
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Thirteen's synonomous with the oddity's
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Stay hungry for flesh like the piranha be
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Killer tryin to dishonor me
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Nothin is sacred in a dead economy
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So bury me deap where the haters will never bother me
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[Chorus]
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[Madrox]
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They got a problem with us and the way we tellin it
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Not a statistic refuse to be irrelevent
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Disorted in sick shit
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Ooze from every element
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You can blame it on my soul but the music be compelling it
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To do the type to make you feel it when you hear it
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Musical ducktape
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To patch the holes in your spirt
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No jump on fate
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We tomahawk with the lyrics
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And stay buzz wordy while your shits on clearance
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[Monoxide]
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You phonier than cinamax porn and bein torn
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Between bein a label whore
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And wishin you were never born
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I'm not hear to scorn
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I'm just sayin that your nothin more than a porn on a board in a fake war
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And now you fuck with ya millisha
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Whirl with that government issue
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Wont miss ya
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I ain't gotta spit a line to diss ya
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I got a line around the block of folks commin to get ya
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[Chorus]
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What I'm Feelin'
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Twiztid |