[Intro]
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Lord
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Look over us
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Let it be a peaceful journey and not danger
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In any way
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Because I don't like these mother fuckers
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This whole world is fucked up
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And I'm a product of this fucked up world
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I need help!
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[Prozak]
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First
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Let me start this rhyme out with some truth
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I was shaking and sweating
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Like colin farrel in the phone booth
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Visions inhale like off my brains like flames
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That constricts like chains
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All comes together like cross the veins
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So tell me what the fuck is wrong with me
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Even groupie bitches never get involved with me
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Cause I (why?)
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Hear voices
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I make murderous choices
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Stare at their crotches
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While I mumble strange noises
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Fuck it
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I guess it really doesn't matter
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Not here to impress
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I'm just infecting to make they brains splatter
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I shovel two garbage bags in a shallow grave
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I speak in tongues
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Then cut my face every time I shave
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A ritual habitual so peep the principles
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Deadly syllables put in three second intervals
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A mind that's fucked up
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So suspect
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So criminal
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Put you in the ground with the phosphates and minerals
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[Chorus: Kaliko]
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These boys really need some help (this is true...)
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Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too...)
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Scatter brained they may seem (somebody...)
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Come wake them from this dream (they need some help...)
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[Jamie Madrox]
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I'm the pinnacle of strangeness
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I peel away the paint an flesh
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Till I'm faceless
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Unnecessary anguish
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Nothing but a voice now
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Bleedin' on the track
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With the beleif
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That if it's dead
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It can come back
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I ate my soul
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I swallowed it whole
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And stitched up my torso
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With a handful of staples
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The walking dead
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Deaf - dumb - and blind
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Stab both of my eyes
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But I can see you in my mind
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[Monoxide Child]
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I tried pills
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Jumping off of window sills
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But nothing could fulfill my thrill
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To just kill myself
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I won't lie
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I really need a lot of help
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I won't die
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But I really like to try like hell
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But now I found a group of people just like me
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Tech N9ne Prozak Kaliko
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All strange
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See no secret that I do weird shit
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I take a hooker and I make her my bitch
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And mouth-kiss her in the mosh pit
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[Chorus: Kaliko]
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These boys really need some help (this is true...)
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Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too...)
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Scatter brained they may seem (somebody...)
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(tech n9ne!)
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Come wake them from this dream (they need some help...)
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[Tech N9ne]
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Look at me close
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Homie my arms
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They liberate me
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Crazy baby
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Yo why did thou create me?
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I'm a (what?) little to the left
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I am the incredible hetero devil
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Your mother and your chick lookin' edible
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(huh?)
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That is always on my mind
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(what - fuck - yeah yeah - fuck)
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If you in my way you gettin' bucked
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(yeah yeah - bucked)
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And I don't mean bucked from a horse
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Seven twenty-nine
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Lifting nigga's up but of course
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Sick in the cerebellum
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Nigga yo chick gimme cerebellum
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He trip then you better tell him
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I mash it
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Blasted at last
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He gon' get his ass kicked
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(yeah)
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Really fast quick
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(yeah yeah)
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Get his ass kick
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I'm on a dead man project with prozak
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At yo doormat
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Don't treat a killa like cojack (bitch)
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Some time I feel the need to bleed myself
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Liberate me lord because I need help
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[Chorus: Kaliko]
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These boys really need some help (this is true...)
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Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too...)
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Scatter brained they may seem (somebody...)
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Come wake them from this dream (they need some help...) [x2]
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Need Some Help
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Twiztid |