| Another day
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| Wasting away
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| ‘Cause nobody here’s got a fuckin' sense of urgency
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| Okay, leave it to me
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| ‘Cause with a squad like this, who needs enemies?
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| If another fuckin goddamn son of a bitch steps up to try me
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| I got no problem with settling the score
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| If you’re on my side, that’s fine by me
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| But if not, then you’ve been warned
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| Even if my anxiety’s got the best of me
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| Don’t assume that I’m gonna let you win
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| My aggression is unrelenting
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| Regardless of where you think you’ve been
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| You’re wasted, just face it
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| You thrive in stagnation
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| You’re no inspiration
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| You have no appeal
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| You’re sadly mistaken if
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| You think that takin' me down will affect how you feel
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| I’m flattered that you think I have a crown to steal
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| But see, the joke’s on you
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| ‘Cause none of this is real
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| I tell myself one day I’m destined for greatness
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| But you worthless motherfuckers keep on tryin' my patience
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| Throwing salt on my name
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| Won’t help your wounds when you fall
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| There’s a million ways to hate you and I fuckin' feel them all
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| You think we do this shit for fun
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| (Motherfucker)
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| What’s wrong?
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| What’s wrong, cat got your tongue?
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| You look a little green around the gills
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| Cat got your tongue, boy? |