| Yea, and I can’t feel my legs, I’m a paraplegic
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| Lord, I want a fair one with my demons
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| Karen Meyers became married to Jesus
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| Born dead, they had to dig up my fetus
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| And now the devil want to tear me to pieces
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| I’m a diagnosed insomniac
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| An astronaut who blasted off into the stars galactic
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| On top of Saturn, fox-trotting with Velociraptors
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| The dino-aliens invaded Earth, so they could feed on hypochondriacs
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| Preparing for the rapture, closet hillbilly threw the spinners on the tractor
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| I listen to Uncle Kracker
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| But, that’s white America for you, we all that matters
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| I’m walking backwards, shadowboxing with karate masters
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| It’s more to rap, we sell the royal crack at Castle Rock
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| A bad apple like an unemployed Macintosh
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| We lost Jobs
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| Now they brainwashed with dot com
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| It’s only so long before we surrender the free world to Hong Kong
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| And sinners stay still, but the merry go round, and round
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| It all just keeps spinning
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| Gotta keep swimming
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| Eat drink and let the merry go round
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| Eat drink and let the merry go round
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| I got a double sided silver dollar
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| Larry Fish here from midget league, beginner slaughter
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| I’m not drowning, I’m waiting in the water
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| Killing off these monsters ever since I was a Sabra
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| I got horses on my PJ’s
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| Shout to spitta jet life, I fit the Porsches on the PJ’s
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| On stage, sending dark forces to my DJ
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| The birdies on tour like PGA
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| Davis love the third, Pittsburgh warrior
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| Bullets in my cornea
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| In exelsis Deo, ayo, this is Gloria
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| Ave, Ave Maria, I’m getting bread, yeast rise on Easter
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| Money is God
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| Black beaches with jungle fever I love to be on
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| You on the B-Team I fuck with Solange
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| All my life they said I doesn’t belong
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| So I’m chilling, growing drugs on my lawn
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| And centers stay still, but the merry go round, and round
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| It all just keeps spinning
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| Gotta keep swimming
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| Eat drink and let the merry go round
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| Eat drink and let the merry go round
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| Yeah, what what
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| Have you found a way out?
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| Have you found a way out?
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| Vacation in Slovakia, celebrating Mardi Gras
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| Eating baklava and lobster claw at the Ramada
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| With Mafia immigrants
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| Finna take 'em on a pilgrimage
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| Have you found a way out? |