| Two out of the five of these fuses are wired live
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| If I wanna survive I gotta
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| FIND THOSE DETONATORS!
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| Broken and bleeding writer dash of the brooklynite vagrant
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| Half a robotic monkey ugly born of viral agent
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| Vandal tarantula know to handle the phaser drunken
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| Scripted on city park benches under the fritzy tungsten
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| Son of urban confusion hatched in a pit where the brutes live
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| Put the stogie out in my palm and then grin (I'm the rudest)
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| Serotonin deficient living the poisonous promise
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| The boys and girls club of unemployable liars squadren
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| Silly peasant pathetic plus dirty mutt of the ages
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| OK dystopia, these fuckers are ripe for containment
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| Half dead man slut ever ready to love my leader
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| Servitude is contagious (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)
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| CCWM a rain of the dead confetti
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| The laughing stock of the karma corrupted emissaries
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| Captain of industry, partly magnet of larcen, arsony
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| Captured in loser-vision I bop so retardedly artily
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| Ask me about our specials, I’d go for the razor chicken
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| Hope his delivery radius play to Gracie Mansion
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| Fly the curmudgeon banner, my liberty army cheering
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| Limbo the philistine art police on the armor piercing
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| Marker to garden weasel, he’s usually mucho woozy
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| Brutally feuding, call your Pluto, Goofy, Cujo, Snoopy
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| Moody mammal division, Weatherville is better faded
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| The world is yours, money, now (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)
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| Some of the city pissy, itchin' them lottery numbers
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| My 40 thieves enjoy your banquet of property owners
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| We were probably stoney eye to glassy game face
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| Still save the princess with no slippage in the frame rate
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| Chew his way through the muzzle, tussle with the 'gimme gimme'
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| Nothing in common with prominent modern city envy
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| Subtly bloodied up, what a seedy media frenzy
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| I found a cure for cancer but it wasn’t radio friendly
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| FIND THOSE DETONATORS!
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| «Nows the fucking time»
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| Burn the building down, show me what it sounds like to organize and get really
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| loud
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| «Nows the fucking time»
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| Lets get it movin, you suckers
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| Down at the labor camp, they make a drone of men
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| Mamas boy once but now I’ve learned to speak draconian
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| And this is all for you, another tattered kite
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| I feel it too this is a beautiful and tragic night
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| All I covet is honor, reaching in murky waters
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| And barely blinked when piranha teeth turned my hand to schwarma
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| Your bad land buddy, animal ear they tagged me
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| Digi the cause acoster kid capture the flaggy braggy
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| Tragedy man Cassandra, actually raised by women
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| My father skated but he left me with latent addiction
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| One of the breed of bonkers, I wouldn’t dare to lecture
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| I don’t know how to lead, there’s got to be somebody better
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| Weak in the kneesy species, dreaming of future faded
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| Seen where the suture stiches nitted, slipped? |
| I’m with you baby
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| Lets get obnoxious with it, I wanna know what brave is
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| I’m tired of sitting here pretending I’m not fucking dangerous
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| Sitting on the front lines you can hear the soldiers say…
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah
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| Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah (FIND THOSE DETONATORS!)
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| «What happened what happened?»
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| «Degradation, degradation»
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| «What happened what happened?»
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| «Explosion Explosion Explosion»
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| «What happened what happened?»
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| It always comes back to a bush
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| 2 were the haunted vessels that miraculously aimed
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| 3 were the holy carcasses that started up in flames
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| 1 and 2 had a patsy the was factually plane
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| 7 out of envy must have wanted just the same
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| And in 6.5 seconds science floated out to space
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| On the most virginal of physics drifted a truly wondrous day
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| And if the party tells me 5 fingers then 5 is what I’ll say
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| No matter that the 4 displayed are waving in my face
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| No matter that the 4 displayed are waving in my face
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| «And, and we were standing here when… when there was some sorta» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Run The Numbers , by - El-P. Song from the album I'll Sleep When You're Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп