| Hold up, hold up
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| I’ll be waiting for you to come
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| Class-Sick
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| Straitjacket won’t outlast these medication habits
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| Behind white walls but I’m seeking the white rabbit
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| It’s like magic, provide havoc
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| When I guide traffic, I slide back and strike with electric slide static
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| Besides that it’s pretty much an illegal mind: drastic
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| Change back with cash at my reenactment
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| Range in action
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| Strike fast when I fly past your head embedded
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| Either over it or I’ll just stay messy
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| So pull yourself up to this bar I’m settin'
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| 'Cause my MySpace rocks like fuckin' Armageddon
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| Got my ganja and I’m set to get this party launched at my pad
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| Better recognize when I emphasize that this Hatter is Madd
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| Matter of fact, I’m through with you
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| 'Least until next time
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| Passin' the next rhyme to whoever’s next in line
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| I’ve been waiting
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| I’ve been waiting
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| I’ve been waiting for you to come
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| I’ve been waiting
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| I’ve been waiting
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| I’ve been waiting for you to come
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| Patience is a virtue
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| I know the truth might hurt you
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| Strip down while I search you
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| I might flirt too
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| DuBBle Dolla$ part two
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| Temperance, you’re so hot, crazy and cool
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| My temperature is through the roof
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| Fire in the booth
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| Raise the ceiling, I can feel it in the air
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| I can’t fight the feeling when two people get sexual healing
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| Believe in love, love will be in you
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| It holds no shape or form. |
| Who cares about the norm?
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| Discipline and diligence
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| I always think it’s easy for people to sit, distracted and away from what their
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| true focus is
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| It’s DuBBle Dolla$
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| I’ve been waiting
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| I’ve been waiting
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| I’ve been waiting for you to come
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| I’ve been waiting (Hey baby)
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| I’ve been waiting (Don't you worry 'bout a thing)
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| I’ve been waiting for you to come
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| (I just gotta get my head straight. I’ll be home soon.)
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| Ya feel that?
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| All you that are sittin' there, rockin' out to this, noddin' your heads
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| That ain’t me
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| Nah. |
| That’s the mercury, baby
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| Ya feel it?
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| I know you can feel that
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| Madd Hatter, Class-Sick Records, in a class of our own |