Here comes that Methric boy
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With a gas can, bottles and napkins
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Electric chords and duct tape spread on a mattress
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Cause I sleep with death on a pillow of blackness
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You couldn't match this
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Living in a house of matchsticks
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I burn you to the ground and write a rhyme in your ashes
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I ain't down with the masses
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Most you rappers rappin' today, you ain't worthy of your motherfuckin' tracklist
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You're embarrassin' like fuckin' a fat bitch on the stairs
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And it's cameras everywhere
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With a live feed to the big screen in the middle of Times Square
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And I'ma leave it right there
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Get the picture, I can't fucks with you
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I got a box full of accelerants and a mind full of degenerate intelligence
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I'm a little south for the heaven sent
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You want proof? My whole life's this
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For The Fam
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Turn down for what?!
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Everything you throw away, I want that shit
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The lies and the hate, I feed off
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Everything you throw away, I want that shit
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The lies and the hate, I feed off it
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I'm just a monster, maybe a robot
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Some say I killed myself but I did not
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I wanted everything the way I wanted it
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You say I'm heartless and inconsiderate?
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But you don't understand how we do things
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We fly sideways, with the broken wings
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We are freek shows, carnival spectacles
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All you hoes can suck dick, tits, and testicles
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Everything you know will stop and start again
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In the midst of your life, the church, and government
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Mesmerized, can't believe your eyes
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Showing you the light and now you're hypnotized
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Realize how easy that you can fall
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Your body, your life, your soul, we want it all
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Fire up your loud, another round of shots!
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Fire up your loud, another round of shots!
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Fire up your loud, another round of shots!
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Fire up your loud, another round of shots!
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Set It Off
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Twiztid |