| Yes
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| I was there for the end
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| I was there for the beginning too
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| yes
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| fluctuate, fuck debate
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| make my own fate, escape
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| duck the quake, crack the safe
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| mack the night, sacrifice
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| roll the dice, blow them twice
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| little lady with the brownest eyes
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| monetize, make you mine,
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| divine design that’s in my size
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| take a walk in my shoes,
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| pulling back on the trigger
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| ‘cause I got nothing to lose,
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| I’m not in the mood
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| to fuck around the people
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| I got a big attitude: gigantic
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| Nice to meet you, nice to unseat you,
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| I delete you, that’s my main feature,
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| I’m a creature of the black lagoon
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| and soon to the be the one to land on the moon,
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| I command the room and loom when it’s over,
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| missiles launched, the hunt for Red October
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| you got me hot, competitive and sober
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| there’s no stopping the di-dick, I’m a soldier
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| more money more punny, Fox and Mulder
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| Investigate this imposter poser
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| beat that’s this ill, yes I’m the closer
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| so uh,
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| let’s see,
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| what come about when I get the
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| temperature rising quickly
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| sick little guy with a wicked intensity
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| mention me, every time you mention
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| the badass motherfuckers of the century
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| Innovative, in a state of madness
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| all I wanna do is end the sadness
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| drop all this motherfucking baggage
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| hit another rep like a savage
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| not preyed, I’m established,
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| yet have not reached my vantage point
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| hoping that I’m pushed ahead
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| does everybody test me
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| make me hot
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| get me to a level where
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| I’m boiling like the kettle,
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| get me hot
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| watch me, never touch me,
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| no one dare to ever trust me
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| when I’m hot
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| thought that I was sleeping
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| motherfucker I’m a freak when I get hot
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| oooohh
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| braincells, I’m missing some braincells,
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| picture me biting my hangnails
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| looking for chainmail
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| working that chain game,
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| all in the same gang, looking to maintain,
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| face down in a main street
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| feeding the family in a no-fly zone, Surrounded by 5-O
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| hard to survive in your life on the die-roll, its vital
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| create the music that can lift you
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| out of that timezone
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| It’s so primal
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| we live in the times of the bible
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| sacrificing and it’s tribal
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| we incorporated with an evil we can’t even see and it’s
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| time to rise through
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| the blindfold
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| you don’t wanna touch me, trust me
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| justice is swift and costly
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| awfully alone, disgusting, and mussing
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| awake in a cell block, cussing
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| American blood runs beneath the streets
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| heretic lungs, we got pleats and cleats
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| stomp the yard then stop the guards
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| you asked for this, no avatars
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| hoping that I’m pushed ahead
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| does everybody test me
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| make me hot
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| get me to a level where
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| I’m boiling like the kettle
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| get me hot
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| watch me, never touch me
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| no one dare to ever trust me when I’m hot
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| thought that I was sleeping
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| motherfucker I’m a freak when I get hot
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| ooooohh
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| see once upon a time some years ago
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| your mommy and your daddy had to go
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| and out came you, created was a soul
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| I wrote this one to warn you just in case you didn’t know |