| «Scariness…your butthole just spit in your pants…
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| Scariness… what's scary is not knowing what „what“ is…
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| Something… scary»
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| (Shaggy 2Dope)
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| When I start to think, my skull begins to crack
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| Could it be the infection in my head trying to get me back?
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| Cause the more I look at myself, the more fuck I dunno!
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| The more I think about it, I think my fucking heads gonna explode
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| (Monoxide Child)
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| Wig splittin', leavin' all your family member’s dead
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| I can’t explain it, so I just blame it all on my head
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| Paranoid, shakin' in closets when I’m done
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| I think I’m hiding from the fact that I just slaughtered everyone
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| (Jamie Madrox)
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| I wash my hands so many time’s that they crack and bleed
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| But water purifies, washes away and makes me clean
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| My soul is so dirty, I tried to wash it to
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| And get something together and figure out what to do
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| (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
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| The voices in my head keep driving me crazy
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| I got my Glock cocked, and loaded with no saftey
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| Empty trigger finger and I’m ready to release
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| Cause something keeps telling me «Increase the Deceased» (well come on)
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| Something’s talking in my head
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| I can’t help thinking it hates me
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| Something’s telling me I’m dead
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| It’s going to cripple and rape me
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| (Marz)
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| They’re telling me the secrets how to build a spaceship
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| Out of 2 bags of bar-b-que potato chips and rabbit shit
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| I gotta pocket full’a middle fingers, when I need good luck
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| I stick’em all up in my ass, spin in circles then I cluck
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| And if you try to read my mind, i’ll call upon my Mockaloba
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| Have the energy of four dimensions fuckin' on your momma
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| Got the fetus on a freestyle, did you feed the pilot’s?
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| Simple tip and keep a noose rised, call me Chupacabra
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| (Shaggy 2Dope)
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| Peekin' through the window, I think I’m falling for this chick
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| Cause when I look down, somehow I’m dry fuckin' a brick!
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| Why is it when she see’s me she’s gotta scream?!
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| Now I gotta jump through the window and gag her with my stiffy again!
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| (Monoxide Child)
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| I just want to split my neck and back in half
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| And when the reaper comes to get me I’m a even go & kill his punk ass
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| Post modern vibrator, scary like an alligator
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| Bitch your dying now, cause you ain’t even seein' later
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| (Jamie Madrox)
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| I was raised in a way that corrupted my mind
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| I watched my family abuse each other at the drop of a dime
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| And fucked my head up so I can’t think straight
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| Who can I confide? |
| who can I trust? |
| who can relate?
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| (Blaze Ya Dead Homie)
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| Something keeps telling me to put you underground
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| And dump you in the river so your body never found
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| Then go home and call the cop’s, and tell’em what I did
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| And when them suckers show up, MURDER ON A PIG!!!
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| (Violent J)
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| That dog is talking to me
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| They’re dead dog’s, they don’t do that do they?
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| That dog is scaring me
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| Haahaahaahaahaahaahaa (*2X*)
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| (Shaggy 2Dope)
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| Shut the fuck up, quit telling me what to do
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| Blaze, J, Mono, Madrox, is that you?
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| No, it can’t be, it’s me sitting alone in the rain
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| Fuck this bullshit, and the pain!
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| (Jamie Madrox)
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| You can say that I’m different, and not a normal man
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| You can say you hear me but you really don’t, just understand
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| Tryin' to explain, I like to yell when knifes fling
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| So you can understand how it feels to be in pain |