| Hit it, split it, make it cum get wetted,
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| Come again come get it
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| Seen it happening before it even happened
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| Swing the door open and buck 'em down
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| Course I’m just fuckin' around
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| But never mind the way it sound
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| Every time we make it pound
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| Straight into the pavement now
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| Whip it, bleed it, cause it pain
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| Eat it, shit it out and change
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| Lanes at speeds that seem insane,
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| To them petty pussy brains
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| Push me and they will be slain
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| Drag this past the point and claim
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| That shit as if it was your name
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| Like it’s attached to yours with chains
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| Own it 'til shit goes up in flames
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| And there really ain’t no one to blame
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| No one to blame, it’s all the same
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| Like blurred faces on subway trains
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| Can’t take it man, cant take the pain
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| Pain of the game
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| Makes me insane
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| Makes me fuck up my whole thang
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| What’d you bring
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| Where’d you get it
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| Give here I said don’t sweat it
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| I’m gonna take it around for a bit
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| And I don’t care if you give a shit
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| Punk.
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| I’m gonna take it around for a bit
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| And I don’t care if you give a shit
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| Punk… bitch…
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| Goin' through the motions
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| Just to make shit happen right,
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| Never knowin' where we’re goin'
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| Just rollin' like waves at night
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| Make it or break it just don’t sleep on it
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| Sleepers get shot down you lost it,
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| Trying to act like you got it
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| Never mind the way it sound
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| Every time we make it pound
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| Straight into the pavement now
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| Shot it up, get it hot, what
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| I know you know you said too much,
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| Did too much, way too much
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| Fuck that shit man that shit sucks
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| Volume turned all the way up
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| You already know it’s going down
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| I’ll tell you when I’ve had enough
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| Shut up right now
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| Feel it in my gut right now
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| Throw it up, give it up like oww
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| Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck blow
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| get up… get up…
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| All over the place, all in your face
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| All up in it, talkin' bout can’t wait,
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| To bring it even harder the next,
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| Time I creep through the beat possessed
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| Howling on that mountain peak
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| Feeling like hell’s up in my chest
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| Feel the fire rise, rise so high, so high I rise
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| Eye to eye with death
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| Gazing through me like an Uzi
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| Spraying through me bag of flesh
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| Body bag of flesh
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| Ain’t nothing left
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| Toe tag me up zip the bag and check it
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| Oh no he’s been resurrected
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| Get up. |
| get up.
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| Zombie holocaust in seconds
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| Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide
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| From what we know, down deep inside
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| Hell if I know, just wanna ride
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| Until the wheels, fall off and I
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| Run off the road, know telling why
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| Hear them cry
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| Man I just don’t wanna die
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| Just don’t wanna why
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| Is everything always happening
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| In the blink of eye
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| This better be the last time me
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| Ever see you in my life
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| Steadily to the death passing
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| Everything that don’t seem tight
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| Goin' through the motions
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| Just to make shit happen right
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| Never knowin' where we’re goin'
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| Just rollin' like waves at night |