| Bones casually increase the casualties
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| No, I never heard of your shit, don’t bother asking me
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| I respawn back in my tomb, six feet of dirt on me
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| Drag myself out of where the worms and the vermin be
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| I thrive under odd circumstances
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| Used to pass out cashed, stomach singing like the Hansons
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| Dirt roads made me something you can’t handle
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| The snow turn me cold, forever enchanting
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| Skeleton magic blade the attachment
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| You must be cracked if you think your shit smacking
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| We know the truth and you know the fable
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| I’m coming down hard no words no label
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| I just wake up, and it’s over for your stable
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| Don’t matter where you sit I turn the tables
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| Brain dead blunts got me feeling unable
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| Modern day pack got my lungs looking ancient
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| Eyelids shut, deep breath out in nature
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| Bet I break you bad news bet that you won’t say shit
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| I know I’m the reason that you sweatin' trying to make shit
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| Can’t nobody hear you if you never really saying shit (what) |