| Look into my mind, tell me what you see, what you find
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| Can somebody tell me what’s happening this time?
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| I don’t know
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| I break it down again, losing control
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| With these demons inside still pulling at my soul
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| Still reaching for my coat, I choke and black out
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| Without a lung to pump anymore oxygen out
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| Am I doomed on the Earth with these ??? |
| symptoms
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| Cause your church won’t grant the dead an exorcism
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| Let me get two turntables and a microphone
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| Black rain, bloody murder means spike your dome
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| Why, I, don’t know why
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| Pressure released from my head when you die
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| (Ali Baba)
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| Empty pill bottles on the shelf
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| Got this hunger and a sexual drive to end your health
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| Fucking aches (ouch)
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| You gotta die, I’m sorry but you gotta die
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| Come with me, right into the edge of your mind
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| We’re standing on the edge and ready to die
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| The shit is about to jump off, and I’m about to jump off, damn
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| Then when the soul around I’m a jump again
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| Fall in through emotion and passing through memories
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| Descending into dark with my hands in front of me Waving and screaming, falling like a way through Hell
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| What’s at the bottom? |
| I don’t know
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| But I’ll find out when I get there
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| Hands grabbing at me, but I’m dodging them all
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| Slicing each and every wrist with my hatchet as I fall
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| And if I reach the bottom with my life intact
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| I’m a climb right to the top and go right back and do it again
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| If you can see what I was thinking then no one would have to die
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| It would be as simple as looking inside of my mind
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| And through time all the pressure has come to a head
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| And I release it on the innocent and leave 'em for dead
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| Could be a chemical imbalance where I blame it on this challenege
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| And remarks, so I waited in the dark where his car was parked
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| A couple whacks with the axe to his back
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| And he was down, and then I hit the ground
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| Somebody catch me Come with me, right into the edge of your mind
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| We’re standing on the edge and ready to die
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| The shit is about to jump off, and I’m about to jump off, damn
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| Then when the soul around I’m a jump again
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| If you listen too close you might lose your mind
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| If you look too close your head could explode like mind bomb (boom)
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| Did Blaze really get shot the fuck down? |
| (Still bleeding)
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| Did Twiztid really sell they soul to the underground? |
| (What?)
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| After the 6th, will ICP kill theyself? |
| (fuck off)
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| Is ABK a real warrior or something else?
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| I don’t know and I don’t care
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| Just remember me with my fucking Lotus in the air (Lotus)
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| Keep talking mother fucker, do it again, don’t push me You fuckin with a old school cat that ain’t friendly
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| So take it to that level, go ahead keep pulling my chain
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| Cause when I get upset I get strange
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| You have no clue
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| Check this out, I be fiending from mood swings
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| Ready to throw down and knock the shit out of soft range
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| Hard list, ready to live out whatever
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| So if you’re in my path, we better best be walking together
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| (Mother fucker)
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| Come with me, right into the edge of your mind
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| We’re standing on the edge and ready to die
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| The shit is about to jump off, and I’m about to jump off, damn
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| Then when the soul around I’m a jump again. |