| Hate is a gift, its sick and twisted
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| There’s a knife in your back, and for fun I just twist it
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| All of the shit you need to get you lifted
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| Is a rock in the bone, what it takes to get you twisted
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| Take the time to fuck with your mind
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| And don’t thank me, because the pleasure’s all mine
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| What’s going down, don’t waste your time
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| Break a neck, motherfucker, get back in line
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| Get up, lit up and get the fuck out
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| (get up, lit up, lit up, get up)
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| How the fuck does it feel, your minds mine now
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| (get up, lit up, get up, lit up)
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| You can’t slow it down (you can’t stop this now)
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| You can’t slow it down (you can’t stop this now)
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| Mindset is shifted, violent whispers
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| No control as in, I turn on the rough sickness
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| Do your best, but you can’t resist this
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| Make your choice, inmate or witness
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| Your sanity’s a distant memory for me
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| So fuck what you’ve heard, fuck what you’ve seen
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| Don’t deny what you have inside
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| From me run motherfucker, you can’t hide
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| Get up, lit up and get the fuck out
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| (get up, lit up, get up, lit up)
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| How the fuck does it feel, your minds mine now
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| (get up, get up, get up, get up)
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| You can’t slow it down (you can’t stop this now)
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| You can’t slow it down (you can’t stop this now)
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| Get up, lit up and get the fuck out
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| (get up, lit up, get up, lit up)
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| How the fuck does it feel, your minds mine now
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| (get up, lit up, get up, lit up)
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| (He's been whining and scratching himself raw, and nothing helps)
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| Aah! |
| Aah! |
| Aah! |
| Aah! |
| Do your best, can’t resist, do your best, run
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| You can’t resist, can’t Aah!)
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| You can’t slow it down (you can’t stop this now)
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| You can’t slow it down (you can’t stop… now) |