| Catch a fire, fire it up
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| Corrupt, stirring it up
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| It’s burning hot, drifting
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| Hitting every slot
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| With a drop kick, it’s toxic
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| Trouble, like your girl in a mosh pit
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| I’ve lost it
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| And that’s the only way that we rock shit
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| Banging heads and ripping threads
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| If I wasn’t rocking shows
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| I’d be better off dead
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| With a one, two
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| One word can destroy your whole crew
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| And that’s toxic
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| Toxic, loud and obnoxious
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| Crazy Town’s toxic
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| With that, rock your block
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| Shit
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| Toxic, popping more lip
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| We love to talk shit
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| Rocking your block with that
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| Straight out the block shit
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| Toxic
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| A Buddha, ballistic
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| Blacklisted, twist of fate
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| My vocal’s fatal
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| As naughty block concoctions
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| Rock your cradle
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| I thought I’d wait 'til
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| The timing was right
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| To ignite
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| Cause people like me
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| We only come out at night
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| I rock the main line
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| And party with fine bitches
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| Which is a dirty job
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| But somebody’s got to do it
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| So, who’s the crew with?
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| More hoes than vivid
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| Lyrics explicit
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| So, fuck the critics
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| We leave them hanging
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| Like INXS
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| Toxic thresholds of
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| Colombian gold
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| You can’t roll how we roll
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| We possess your soul
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| And push the panic
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| Is it godly or satanic?
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| Toxic or organic?
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| Manic minds refined or frantic
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| Just the way we planned it
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| See, we be stomping around
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| The planet
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| And we stand alone
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| We infiltrate your chromosomes
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| No clone
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| Our DNA has got a strain
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| Of its own
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| And it’s toxic |