| Got ya share of nuthin' stukk with nuthin'
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| Your mind idle, can’t get the sleep
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| The ground is shakin' and you wanna land fast
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| You’re out of function lyin' flat on the street
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| Always gotta be the first in 'da line
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| A play with death to be no. |
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| Cruzin' with the boys in the trashed part of town
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| Raise my lust of madness when I’m feelin' down
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| Drinks are flown'
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| My heart is blowing'
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| Another night in another town
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| Ooh, I love the taste of cyanide
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| Ooh, how I love to feel it burn inside
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| I’m on the hour and I’ve been there for a long time
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| But somehow I feel like I’m fading out of line
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| Hang around in the pit of my lair
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| I levitate, gotta get outta here
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| I’m born a rebel with 'da neck in the noose
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| They never tame me, can’t change what I do |