| Wew here we go again, get up A little somethin for your earhole, get up Baring a part of my soul again, get up Disturbed in the house, were droppin plates
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| You said it couldnt be done
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| Told me that its the kind of battle
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| That just couldnt be won, you know
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| Youre too sick, too hard, too fucked in the head
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| Youll never make it, no, not in this lifetime
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| Well guess again my friend
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| Dont act suprised
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| We got the bass drum kick
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| That will blow out your eyes
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| Cause when you hear this shit
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| Youll get to steppin
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| Gonna fight the war
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| And use my music as a weapon
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| You know Im talkin bout recognition
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| You know Im talkin bout vindication
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| Another goddamn slap in the face
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| Dont wanna give us a place
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| Are you afraid?
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| Well fear this,
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| Cause Im breakin through the walls of your nightmare
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| Wake up time to die
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| The way Im livin there is no compromising it Better get ready for
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| Another suprise and it may leave a mark
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| Beacause Im coming fast
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| Plantin thoughts in your mind
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| And droppin plates on your ass
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| Well here I come
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| Im droppin plates on your ass
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| Well here I come
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| Im droppin plates on your ass bitch
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| You never mind and you dont need this
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| Well here I come
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| Im droppin plates on your ass bitch
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| You never mind and you dont need
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| Well on your mark, here we go again
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| Well never mind cause youre not number one
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| Youre too hard and from the other side
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| I think its time to bring it home again
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| Right to me |