If you got an itch to catch some havoc.
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There뭩 mayhem in the plastic.
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City of La La, I mean the land of holy Zsa Zsa
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The wood is hot and you can spot the flocks
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Of people like sheep, those with dredlocks
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To jocks with Reeboks, fleeing hard rocks
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A la cafe, Bambatta flashy fashion.
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Imagine crashing bashes with bitches
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That be bad and wishing for the fame
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And recognition.
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They뭨e on a mission for self, baby
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We뭨e like the twelve, my tribe is crazy deep.
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We got the beats that are hot.
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We뭨e like clinique.
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Foundation resonates when I speak.
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And if by chance, you catch it
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Then listen, the wisdom
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Epic, open hitting, choking up.
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You뭭e done it now and woken up.
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The giant scientist of hits
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That make you jump like a lunatic
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On pogo sticks, waving your fists.
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So, if you뭨e catching a fit.
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I don뭪 really know but you better scram,
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Hurry in a double.
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[CHORUS:]
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It goes on
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On and on and on
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Hell raising Hollywood
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Welcome to Babylon
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On and on and on and on
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The party don뭪 stop 몋il the
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Mystery뭩 gone.
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I뭭e seen it all, I뭠l see it again.
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I shake a lot of hands
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But I don뭪 got a lot of friends.
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It goes on. On and on and on.
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Hell raising Hollywood,
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Welcome to Babylon.
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Live from the city of lights.
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Sunny days and late nights.
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Dope, designer drugs, porn stars
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And bar fights.
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I drop. Makes the bells rock.
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I뭢 Mr. Shifty Shellshock
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Call me the man of the hour
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In the land of the lost.
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Taking the money and the power.
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CXT, we hold our own
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All eyes on us.
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Crazy rise rain like brimstone,
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Kicking up dust.
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I grab the mic with a firm hold
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In a world of shattered goals,
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Pot holes, broke folks and
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Bank roll.
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Pole position.
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Daddy rolling, rolling causing Havoc.
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So, ready set.
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I뭢 more than set
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Like Morissette, to Maverick
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Got a, she뭩 got to have it, habit.
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Sick, I leave them stuck.
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I뭢 getting high for a living,
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Not giving a fuck.
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[CHORUS]
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I뭢 screaming out the call of the wild.
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I뭢 speaking in tongues.
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I am the child of the sun.
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The power of one.
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I beat the drums
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Of the Crazy Town click.
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It뭩 the third eye sitting on the tip.
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Of the pyramid flipped.
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Now I see a little shotty,
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Illuminatti front.
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Dead bodies in my trunk.
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Unraveling the source,
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I travel into self.
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You gauge my wage
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And then you try to debate my wealth.
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The consequences linger
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And I뭢 fingering the perpetrators.
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Hey yo, my nature was bred
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On the cross fader.
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It뭩 the 7th house.
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Armageddon trudger.
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Ready for death,
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It뭩 the brimstone slugger.
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[CHORUS]
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Hollywood Babylon
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