| 3 slugs in my chest, never been found
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| I’m decomposin', my lungs collapse
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| My flesh is food for the maggots on my back!
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| Got my gat! |
| They all said my bodies paralized
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| I can feel them crawling on my eyes!
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| And lookin' for the open wounds, the smell of death
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| Now they on the march, on my face to eat my flesh
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| Startin' on my chest where the first bullet enter
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| A hundred maggots in and start diggin' in the center!
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| Tearin' up my insides, til' they reached my rib
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| then one of them hollered, 'Back to the grill!'
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| They all followed one by one on my chest
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| And headed on back to my face to rest
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| The trip to my head was like a race
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| They all made it though, and that’s why I got a maggot face!
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| Chorus
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| Yea I got a maggot face and I don’t care
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| Yea I got a maggot face and I, don’t, care! |
| x4
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| I got maggots on my face, 3 quarters of my body
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| They runnin' through my veins like a, IVY!
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| Feedin' off the blood and flesh to take control
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| Of a lifeless corpse, dead man without a soul
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| Tryin' to maintain while they crawl through my bloodstream
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| I can feel’em movin' from my neck to my brain
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| To my eyelids, to the back of my spine
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| From my feet on up to my mother f**kin' mind!
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| They want to take control of my body and reak havoc
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| On them suckas out there tryin to rob my f**kin' casket
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| Or my goods like a 40 of formaldehyde
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| A 9 millimeter, good for pullin' drive-bys!
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| My 2 rags and a sawed of shotgun!
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| Any sucka get wit’in 2 feet, I pop’em!
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| And I peel your wig, before you bit the case
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| I wanna tell you bitches straight from the maggot face
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| Chorus
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