| All day, each and every which way
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| We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
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| All day, each and every which way
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| We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
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| I’m hiding out in the dark in all of them cemetary places
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| And I put tattoo teardrops on all the dead bodie’s faces
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| Cause it is they who cry for us and if I may bust
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| And seperate all the hate from those who are down with us and when I say «Rush!»
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| It’s like a thousand knives and hatchets to your head
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| It’s the Ginsu-nami makin' these black streets red (what I said?)
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| The dead meets and plot so be afraid
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| We’re makin' zombies with bodies and then unleash what we made, it’s all day!
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| Monoxide:
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| All of my lifetime, waitin' and gradually seperatin
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| All of the rational thinkin' from out of my mind
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| Rewind and everybody comes to find out
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| That that’s why people like you die or either hide out
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| I got you glowin' and I’m squeezin' like Darth Vader
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| And I’m hopin' now that I can introduce you to your maker
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| All it takes is a little bit of my hate
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| To get it goin' from zero to fuckin' totally insane
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| And I’m knowin' that —
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| All day, each and every which way
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| We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
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| Who want it? |
| WHAT?
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| Step and you get FUCKED UP
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| Whoever want it with US
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| LIKE WHAT
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| Want it with US
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| LIKE WHAT
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| Lazy eyes that be lookin' in all directions
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| My crazy mind that you can’t get with no connections
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| Protection is brought to me from the dead
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| It’s an army of the anti-life, so what’s ahead
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| Is a muthafuckin' beat down, we stick around
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| All the wack can hate
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| And change pace after we murderin' all the snakes and fakes
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| Keepin' it wicked, but don’t know if it’s enough
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| I’m takin' a picture of the sickest form of love, it’s fucked up!
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| Madrox:
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| I’m all day, 24/7 like 7/11 spittin' venom on a mission to get to heaven
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| We hellish and people relish the transition of a scrub
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| To a kamakaze who got little to no love (What?)
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| What you got? |
| Nothin', I’m bein' positive
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| I ain’t even trippin', my whole lifestyle is monsterous
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| As a hatchet with a broken handle and a course blade
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| Your wig belongs to us, consider your debt paid. |
| ALL DAY!
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| All day, each and every which way
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| We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
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| Who want it? |
| WHAT?
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| Step and you get FUCKED UP
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| Whoever want it with US
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| LIKE WHAT
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| Want it with US
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| LIKE WHAT |