| Scalpel
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| Here
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| Sponge
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| Here
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| Wait. |
| he’s convulsing, he’s convulsing!
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| Ah!
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| We’re gonna have to shock him!
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| Oh my! |
| Oh my God!
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| We’re gonna have to shock him!
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| Oh my God!
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| These are the results of a thousand electric volts
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| A neck with bolts, «Nurse we’re losin him, check the pulse!»
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| A kid who refused to respect adults
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| Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose
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| A corny lookin white boy, scrawny and always ornery
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| Cause I was always sick of brawny bullies pickin on me
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| And I might snap, one day just like that
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| I decided to strike back and flatten every tire on the bike rack
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| (Whosssssh) My first day in junior high, this kid said,
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| «It's you and I, three o’clock sharp this afternoon you die»
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| I looked at my watch it was one twenty
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| «I already gave you my lunch money what more do you want from me?!?»
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| He said, «Don't try to run from me, you’ll just make it worse…»
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| My palms were sweaty, and I started to shake at first
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| Something told me, «Try to fake a stomach ache it works»
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| I screamed, «Owww! |
| My appendix feels like they could burst!
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| Teacher, teacher, quick I need a naked nurse!»
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| «What's the matter?»
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| «I don’t know, my leg, it hurts!»
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| «Leg?!? |
| I thought you said it was your tummy?!?»
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| «Oh, I mean it is, but I also got a bum knee!»
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| «Mr. |
| Mathers, the fun and games are over.
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| And just for that stunt, you’re gonna get some extra homework.»
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| «But don’t you wanna give me after school detention?»
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| «Nah, that bully wants to beat your ass and I’ma let him.»
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| Brain damage, ever since the day I was born
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| Drugs is what they used to say I was on
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| They say I never knew which way I was goin
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| But everywhere I go they keep playin my song
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| Brain damage, ever since the day I was born
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| Drugs is what they used to say I was on
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| They say I never knew which way I was goin
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| But everywhere I go they keep playin my song
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| Brain damage.
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| Way before my baby daughter Hailey
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| I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D’Angelo Bailey
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| An eighth grader who acted obnoxious, cause his father boxes
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| so everyday he’d shove me in the lockers
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| One day he came in the bathroom while I was pissin
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| And had me in the position to beat me into submission
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| He banged my head against the urinal til he broke my nose,
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| Soaked my clothes in blood, grabbed me and choked my throat
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| I tried to plead and tell him, «We shouldn’t beef»
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| But he just wouldn’t leave, he kept chokin me and I couldn’t breathe
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| He looked at me and said, «You gonna die honkey!»
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| The principal walked in (What's going on in here?)
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| and started helpin him stomp me
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| I made them think they beat me to death
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| Holdin my breath for like five minutes before they finally left
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| Then I got up and ran to the janitor’s storage booth
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| Kicked the door hinge loose and ripped out the four inch screws
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| Grabbed some sharp objects, brooms, and foreign tools
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| «This is for every time you took my orange juice,
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| or stole my seat in the lunchroom and drank my chocolate milk
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| Every time you tipped my tray and it dropped and spilt
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| I’m gettin you back bully! |
| Now once and for good.»
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| I cocked the broomstick back and swung hard as I could
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| and beat him over the head with it til I broke the wood
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| Knocked him down, stood on his chest with one foot
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| . |
| Made it home, later that same day
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| Started reading a comic, and suddenly everything became gray
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| I couldn’t even see what I was tryin to read
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| I went deaf, and my left ear started to bleed
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| My mother started screamin, «What are you on, drugs?!?
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| Look at you, you’re gettin blood all over my rug!» |
| (Sorry!)
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| She beat me over the head with the remote control
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| opened a hole, and my whole brain fell out of my skull
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| I picked it up and screamed, «Look b*tch, what have you done?!?»
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| «Oh my God, I’m sorry son»
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| «Shut up you cunt!» |
| I said, «F*ck it!»
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| Took it and stuck it back up in my head
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| then I sewed it shut and put a couple of screws in my neck
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| Brain damage, ever since the day I was born
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| Drugs is what they used to say I was on
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| They say I never knew which way I was goin
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| But everywhere I go they keep playin my song
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| Brain damage
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| It’s brain damage
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| I got brain damage
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| It’s brain damage
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| It’s probably brain damage
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| It’s brain damage
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| Brain damage
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| I got brain damage |