| You’re about to hear the tale of an indestructable man
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| He’s dead and he’s pissed
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| He’s roamin the streets at night lookin for ways to die
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| Should you encounter him, the undead, the dead ass zombie
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| Do yourself a favor and get the fuck out
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| B to the L to the A-Z-E
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| Bitch muhfucka, you can’t hurt me
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| If you break my legs, then I break your back
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| Relax and kick back in a bed of thumbtacks
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| Matter fact, you can slit my throat
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| Spill blood on my leather Psychopathic coat
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| I’mma laugh in ya face, you can’t kill a dead man
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| You can try…, I’m serious, you can
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| Under my jersey, bullet holes bout the size of Milwaukee
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| You better step up off me
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| Pale faced with the maggots all around
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| I leave a couple few off in each and every town
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| My leg falls off every other day and shit
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| But I’mma try superglue, a hair apiece sticks
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| So who you lookin at and what’chu gonna do?
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| You can try to kill me, I’mma sho' gon kill you
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| You, you can’t, you can’t hurt me now! |
| (Ain't shit you can do)
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| Ain’t nothin stoppin me from killin you!
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| You, you can’t, you can’t hurt me now! |
| (Ain't shit you can do)
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| Ain’t nothin stoppin me from killin you!
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| I ate a pack of firecrackers (Did it Mix)
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| When I piss, sparks shoot straight outta my dick
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| Get the picture before I stab you with the knife
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| But you can’t take somethin that I don’t have nothin of, right?
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| That’s right, I’m more than a ghost
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| I still slang ki’s on the corner by the light post
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| I can’t walk the walk
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| But I stray scarin more ho ho’s than santa claus
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| I been electrocuted, it ain’t do shit
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| Except fucked a bare hands outta tiny
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| I get ran down then I get back up
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| Pissin down like a crackhead, curled up
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| My eyes swelled up and I can’t see straight
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| Then I dive off the overpass on to the interstate
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| Who you lookin at and what’chu gonna do?
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| You can try to kill me, I’mma sho' gon kill you
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| Yo, this is Anybody mothafuckin' Killa! |
| This crew don’t feel pain!
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| We Psychopathic! |
| Especially my dead homie Blaze!
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| Tell me, how the hell a dead mothafucka gonna die!!!
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| I drink liquid scar, cuz I like the taste
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| And thug on police till they mace my face
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| Went to the White House, pissed on the grass
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| Step to the President’s wife to get some ass
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| Eat Halloween candy, blades in the center
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| «Man how you be so mean?», I can’t remember
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| My throat got cut but I sewed it back
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| Rap like (*incoherent rapping*), and it’s still phat
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| This mothafucka tried to stab me in my love handle
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| So I blew his lights out like a fuckin candle
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| If you shoot me, you better bring a cannon
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| In the end, I’mma be the last G standin
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| Can you imagine bleedin everyday
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| Wrappin up wounds with rooms of duct tape
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| Who you lookin' and what’chu gonna do?
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| You can try to kill me, I’mma sho' gone kill you
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| Psychopathic! |