| Open the heavens and let em all know that we back again tell em we sick of this
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| shit
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| We attackin and screamin in the faces at those who laugh at this say your momma
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| say that I’m an accident
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| But I’m compassionate to the harassment of several degenerate intuit minds
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| And give them the inner hate debate dependin if
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| Buildin me up to be something I’m better than
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| If anything hate 'll get probably the opposite
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| Strong like a monument
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| Build to the tops of the charts
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| The depths of astonishments
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| Look at me now
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| I’m insane and I gotta keep movin more than pnumonic the hottest pot of shit
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| Already know that your soul is broken and you hate that you need to polish it
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| Even in the hip of the hypocrits
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| Out of my mind with the wicked shit
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| More of you come with us
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| Sendin for witches fuck people up
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| So fuck you and the devil biaaacchh…
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| Sick in the head they made me dress up like a priest
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| I’m in a better place called the liquor store
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| Pickin precious poison to ease the beast
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| Killin our vibes and puttin 9 lives inside of these monsters they want us to be
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| Everyone dies
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| Tell me do you live and float through the universe just like a priest
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| Everyone hates
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| It never will stop
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| Takin our lives and livin again
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| Our middle fingers are up in the air with everyone everywhere
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| They say we’re the devil
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| Lets throw it back in they face
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| They keep callin us some lunatics
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| Lets throw it back in they face
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| They hate us cuz we doin this
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| Lets throw it back in they face
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| Don’t look back in they face
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| Don’t look back in they face
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| They wanna chop stab and shoot me
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| Put me down into a hole
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| my whole entire world before I go
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| And that’s why they all hate us more than you’ll ever know
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| And that’s why they all hate us more than you’ll ever know
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| I’m not like you…
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| And our dope minds catch on fire bout 9 or 10 times
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| Barely anything your time
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| Bend with we gon line em in chalk
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| I’m on my whim…
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| I’m sure I shouldn’t be any in society
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| Like yo! |
| why? |
| what’s the prophecy
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| But really it’s in
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| …your tainted ways…
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| And I’ll be the first one to tell em
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| Our music is made for
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| You can be who you wanna be
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| Let me be by myself then
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| Glory to god
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| heavens a horrible facade and a mirage
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| I don’t know where it went so hell I’m bent
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| I got evidence
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| On another level
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| You gotta tell the devil
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| Hes gonna need a big shovel to dig
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| Cuz I’m underground
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| And I’m listenin now and I’m hearin every word that you said
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| They say we’re the devil
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| Lets throw it back in they face
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| They keep callin us some lunatics
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| Lets throw it back in they face
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| They hate us cuz we doin this
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| Lets throw it back in they face
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| Don’t look back in they face
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| Don’t look back in they face
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| They wanna chop stab and shoot me
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| Put me down into a hole
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| my whole entire world before I go
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| And that’s why they all hate us more than you’ll ever know
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| And that’s why they all hate us more than you’ll ever know
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| Look at me I’m the livin trash that you threw away
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| Example of more disposable feelins
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| Call me a name with no meanin
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| I give no power to closed minds
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| But it comes in its time
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| From behind quick fast wins with a landslide
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| We bad side
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| You know what it do and how we ride
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| Been to hell a couple times, couple times
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| I got a couple screw looses
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| Several comfortable nooses
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| A clear view from this height
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| I’m free fallin
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| Fallin on anything to keep me from fallin again
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| Hopin anyone anything someone was listenin
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| I take these broken wings and I give them bitches a flap
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| So my presence like a shadow and covers most of the map
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| They say we’re the devil
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| Lets throw it back in they face
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| They keep callin us some lunatics
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| Lets throw it back in they face
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| They hate us cuz we doin this
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| Lets throw it back in they face
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| Don’t look back in they face
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| Don’t look back in they face
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| They wanna chop stab and shoot me
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| Put me down into a hole
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| my whole entire world before I go
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| And that’s why they all hate us more than you’ll ever know
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| And that’s why they all hate us more than you’ll ever know
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| How does it feel to be you
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| How does it feel to feel the way you do
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| You so decisive
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| And I don’t care if you like or you hate me
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| I know you mother fuckers bout to underrate me |
| Were goin vampire huntin with a 9 mm
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| Our souls are blessed by Mary Magdalene and St Peter
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| I eat a bit of flesh but I call it the host
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| Am I dead alive or just a ghost
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| Comatose midrange
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| 2 dollars and some change
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| Perfect picture of sanity
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| But I’m feelin so insane
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| I got a migraine headache
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| My stomach hurts
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| So I’m lookin for some sedatives
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| Buyin drugs in a church
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| We some lunatics laughin like the killer Joe
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| Givin out disease
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| And why do they keep lookin at us through microscopes
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| Cover the windows and lock the doors
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| Cuz the darkness is growing and seapin through all our pores
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| They call us freak shows
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| Treat us like mutants
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| With x’s in the middle of our
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| You know how we do this
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| And just like that you’ve all been infected by the crimson twins
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| And to invoke our perspective
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| How does it feel to be you
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| How does it feel to feel the way you do
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| You so decisive
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| And I don’t care if you like or you hate me
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| I know you mother fuckers bout to underrate me
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| How does it feel to be you
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| How does it feel to feel the way you do
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| You so decisive
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| And I don’t care if you like or you hate me
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| I know you mother fuckers bout to underrate me
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| I got a brain full of maggots
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| Cant understand it
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| Why I’m labeled a freak show
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| Grab an axe and imagine
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| That we’re here to raise havoc
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| In places that never had it
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| So fuck your mom and your dad bitch
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| We’ve had it up to here with the campaign smear
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| When were the only reason your fuckin kids alive in here
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| So listen clear when I say bitch I got no lane
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| And you fuck heads are stuck in them potholes again
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| I provoke the fame so come to the game
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| That I’m gonna give another mother fuckin dose of the insane
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| And I’m a sane Jane like evil when I’m out due
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| To all these different people it gets me high like some cocaine
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| Blow out brains
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| Swimmin on blood stains
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| Tie an electric noose over the picket side of its shame
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| On the devil for bringin me out again
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| We on the same level but I don’t listen to him
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| I gotta a gauge and a shovel and it come with a grin
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| And it shot me a mother fucker like… |