| A lot of people ask me, am I afraid of death?
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| Hell yeah, I’m afraid of death
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| I don’t want to die yet
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| A lot of people think that I worship the Devil
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| That I do all types of retarded shit
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| Look, I can’t change the way I think
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| And I can’t change the way I am
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| But if I offended you, good
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| 'Cause I still don’t give a fuck
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| I’m zonin' off of one joint, stoppin' the limo
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| Hopped in the window, shoppin' a demo at gunpoint
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| A lyricist without a clue, what year is this?
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| Fuck a needle, here’s a sword, body pierce with this
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| Livin' amuck, never givin' a fuck
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| Give me the keys, I’m drunk, and I’ve never driven a truck
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| But I smoke dope in the cab
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| I’ll stab you with the sharpest knife I can grab
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| Come back the next week and re-open your scab (Yeah)
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| A killer instinct runs in the blood
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| Emptyin' full clips and buryin' guns in the mud
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| I’ve calmed down now, I was heavy once into drugs
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| I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz
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| My brain’s gone, my soul’s worn, my spirit is torn
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| The rest of my body’s still bein' operated on
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| I’m ducked the fuck down while I’m writin' this rhyme
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| 'Cause I’m probably gonna get struck with lightnin' this time
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| For all the weed that I’ve smoked, yo, this blunt’s for you
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| To all the people I’ve offended, yeah, fuck you too
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| To all the friends I used to have, I miss my past
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| But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass
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| For all the drugs that I’ve done, yo, I’m still gon' do
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| To all the people I’ve offended, yeah, fuck you too
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| For every time I reminisce, yo, I miss my past
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| But I still don’t give a fuck, y’all can kiss my ass
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| I walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you
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| And cut you so fast, when your blood spilled, it was still blue
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| I’ll hang you 'til you dangle, and chain you with both ankles
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| And pull you apart from both angles
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| I wanna crush your skull 'til your brains leak out of your veins
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| And bust open like broken water mains
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| So tell Saddam not to bother with makin' another bomb
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| 'Cause I’m crushin' the whole world in my palm
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| Got your girl on my arm, and I’m armed with a firearm
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| So big my entire arm is a giant firebomb
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| Buy your mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron-on
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| And the pants to match («Here, Momma, try 'em on»)
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| I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives
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| A brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives
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| (Shittin' on rappers) Causing hospital accidents
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| God help me, before I commit some irresponsible acts again
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| For all the weed that I’ve smoked, yo, this blunt’s for you
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| To all the people I’ve offended, yeah, fuck you too
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| For all the friends I used to have, I miss my past
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| But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass
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| For all the drugs that I’ve done, yo, I’m still gon' do
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| To all the people I’ve offended, yeah, fuck you too
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| For every time I reminisce, yo, I miss my past
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| But I still don’t give a fuck, y’all can kiss my ass
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| I wanted an album so rugged nobody could touch it
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| Spent a million a track and went over my budget (Oh shit)
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| Now, how in the fuck am I supposed to get out of debt?
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| I can’t rap anymore, I just murdered the alphabet
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| Drug sickness got me doin' some bugged twitches
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| I’m withdrawin' from crack so bad my blood itches
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| I don’t rap to get the women, fuck bitches
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| Give me a fat slut that cooks and does dishes
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| Never ran with a clique, I’m a posse
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| Kamikaze, strappin' a motherfuckin' bomb across me
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| From the second I was born, my momma lost me
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| I’m a cross between Manson, Esham and Ozzy
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| I don’t know why the fuck I’m here in the first place
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| My worst day on this Earth was my first birthday
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| Retarded? |
| What did that nurse say?
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| Brain damage? |
| Fuck, I was born durin' an earthquake
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| For all the weed that I’ve smoked, yo, this blunt’s for you
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| To all the people I’ve offended, yeah, fuck you too
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| To all the friends I used to have, yo, I miss my past
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| But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass
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| For all the drugs that I’ve done, yo, I’m still gon' do
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| To all the people I’ve offended, yeah, fuck you too
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| For every time I reminisce, I miss my past
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| But I still don’t give a fuck, y’all can kiss my ass |