| Shrapnel…
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| I can’t remember who asked me, but someone asked me
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| How long I thought that I would be allowed atop this trash heap
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| I didn’t answer cause I’m tired of criticizing the masses
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| Inspired the support the devouring of the self
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| All the power to the people who dig potholes
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| Placed me in a glass case full of lost treasures and fossils
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| Got a right to be hostile, my love is gettin' gang raped
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| By an army full money hungry crocodiles
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| Quantity is up, market in a flood
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| But the party over here has never steered through so much love
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| I’ll take the laughter, but I’d rather have the women
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| Who am I kiddin'? |
| I’ll be content with whatever I’m given
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| Work for food, rent, sex, money, or water
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| I don’t know what else that you have to offer
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| Your first born daughter? |
| No need, already got her
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| She came to the set hungry and left hot and bothered
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| My posse’s full of women, computer nerds, and thugs
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| Much to my dismay, I’m none of the above
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| Someday I’mma be the mack of the minute
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| And you were so damn good I’mma have to forget it
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| Listen to the mimic, it’s almost on
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| Drink, til ya hit me with a tall potion
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| Think quick, how much more insult
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| Will it take for me to break your light bulb
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| Shrapnel…
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| Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet
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| It’s hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target
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| Tug upon a choke chain, travel the cold rain
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| Of course I’ve came to show you shrapnel
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| Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet
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| It’s hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target
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| Tug upon a choke chain, travel the cold rain
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| Of course I’ve came to show you shrapnel
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| Check your mail, climb your ladder
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| Count the pieces you’ve managed to gather
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| Does it matter? |
| What are you trying to achieve?
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| Let go of your throat if you’re dying to breathe
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| And finally we’ve begun to make a little progress
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| Ain’t a single dock in this river that can stop us
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| Lost in the mix like a feeble over dub
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| Got me screaming at these shippin' till these people know what’s up
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| Yeah Slug’s back, but his collection of hub caps
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| Caught a buzzin' brought a notebook full of love raps
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| Open the pipes and tuck that voice in
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| I’mma sit on this corner and nibble on my poison
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| Baby once in awhile I find a reason to smile
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| But most the time it’s spent deep in denial
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| It’s all make believe, I want the cake to eat
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| But this lake’s too deep, tryin' to stand on two feet
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| Wonderin' about the thunder runnin' through this blood
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| I try to keep my cool, but the hat fits too snug
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| Study the love, took my degree
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| Shoved it into a bottle, chucked it into the sea
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| Shrapnel…
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| Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet
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| It’s hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target
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| Tug upon a choke chain, travel the cold rain
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| Of course I’ve came to show you shrapnel
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| Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet
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| It’s hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target
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| Tug upon a choke chain, travel the cold rain
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| Of course I’ve came to show you shrapnel
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| Shrapnel…
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| Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet
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| It’s hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target
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| Tug upon a choke chain, travel the code rain
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| Of course I’ve came to show you shrapnel
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| Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet
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| It’s hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target
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| Tug upon a choke chain, travel the cold rain
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| Of course I’ve came to show you shrapnel
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| Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet
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| It’s hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target
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| Tug upon a choke chain, travel the cold rain
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| Of course I’ve came to show you shrapnel
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| Shards of pull cards scattered on the carpet
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| It’s hard to breathe cause you wear a fitted target
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| Tug upon a choke chain, travel the cold rain
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| Of course I’ve came to show you shrapnel
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| Shrapnel…(repeated to end)
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| I am not ugly (reversed) |