| I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed
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| When the world gives you a raw deal
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| Sets you off 'til you scream, "Piss off! Screw you!"
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| When it talks to you like you don't belong
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| Or tells you you're in the wrong field
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| When something's in your mitochondrial
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| 'Cause it latched on to you, like —
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| Knock knock, let the devil in
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| Malevolent as I've ever been, head is spinnin'
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| This medicine's screamin', "L-L-L-Let us in!"
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| L-L-L-Like a salad bowl, Edgar Allan Poe
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| Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago
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| Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeleton's meltin'
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| Wicked, I get all high when I think I've smelled the scent
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| Of elephant manure — hell, I meant Kahlúa
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| Screw it, to hell with it, I went through hell with accelerants
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| And blew up my-my-myself again
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| Volkswagen, tailspin, bucket matches my pale skin
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| Mayo and went from Hellmann's and being rail thin
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| Filet-o-Fish, Scribble Jam, Rap Olympics '97 Freaknik
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| How can I be down? |
| Me and Bizarre in Florida
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| Proof's room slept on the floor of the motel then
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| Dr. Dre said "hell yeah!"
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| And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man
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| And I know they're gonna hate
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| But I don't care, I barely can wait
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| To hit them with the snare and the bass
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| Square in the face, this fuckin' world better prepare to get laced
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| Because they're gonna taste my —
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| Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
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| And I'm not knowin' when I'm
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| Ever gonna slow up and I'm
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| Ready to snap any moment I'm
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| Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
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| They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
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| (W-W-When they get bit with the —)
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| Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
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| And I'm not knowin' when I'm
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| Ever gonna slow up and I'm
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| Ready to snap any moment I'm
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| Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
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| They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
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| (W-W-When they get bit with the —)
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| I said knock knock, let the devil in
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| Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pen
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| Cocked, fuck around and catch a hot one
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| It-it's evident I'm not done
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| V-Venomous, the thoughts spun
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| Like a web and you just caught in 'em
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| Held against your will like a hubcap or mud flap
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| Beat strangler attack
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| So this ain't gonna feel like a love tap
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| Eat painkiller pills, fuck up the track
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| Like, what's her name's at the wheel? |
| Danica Patrick
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| Threw the car into reverse at the Indy, a nut crashin'
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| Into ya, the back of it just mangled steel
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| My Mustang and the Jeep Wrangler grill
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| With the front smashed, much as my rear fender, assassin
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| Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi (Gandhi)
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| Translation, I will probably kill us both
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| When I end up backin' into ya
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| You ain't gonna be able to tell what the fuck's happenin' to you
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| When you're bit with the —
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| Venom, adrenaline momentum
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| And I'm not knowin' when I'm
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| Ever gonna slow up and I'm
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| Ready to snap any moment I'm
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| Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
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| They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
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| (W-W-When they get bit with the —)
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| Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
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| And I'm not knowin' when I'm
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| Ever gonna slow up and I'm
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| Ready to snap any moment I'm
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| Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
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| They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
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| (W-W-When they get bit with the —)
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| I said knock knock, let the devil in
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| Alien, E-E-Elliott phone home
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| Ain't no telling when this chokehold
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| On this game will end, I'm loco
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| Became a Symbiote, so
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| My fangs are in your throat, ho
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| You're snake-bitten with my — venom
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| With the ballpoint pen I'm
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| Gun cocked, bump stock, double-aught, buckshot
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| Tire thumper, a garrote, tie a couple knots
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| Fired up and caught fire, juggernaut
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| Punk rock, bitch, it's goin' down like Yung Joc
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| 'Cause the Doc put me on like sunblock
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| Why the fuck not, you only get one shot
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| Ate shit 'til I can't taste it
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| Chased it with straight liquor
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| Then paint thinner, then drank 'til I faint
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| And awake with a headache
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| And I take anything in rectangular shape
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| Then I wait to face the demons I'm bonded to
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| 'Cause they're chasin' me but I'm part of you
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| So escapin' me is impossible
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| I latch onto you like a — parasite
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| And I probably ruined your parents' life
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| And your childhood too
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| 'Cause if I'm the music that y'all grew up on
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| I'm responsible for you retarded fools
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| I'm the super villain Dad and Mom was losin' their marbles to
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| You marvel that? |
| Eddie Brock is you
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| And I'm the suit, so call me —
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| Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
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| And I'm not knowin' when I'm
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| Ever gonna slow up and I'm
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| Ready to snap any moment I'm
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| Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
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| They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
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| (W-W-When they get bit with the —)
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| Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
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| And I'm not knowin' when I'm
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| Ever gonna slow up and I'm
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| Ready to snap any moment I'm
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| Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
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| They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
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| (W-W-When they get bit with the —) |