| Is there anybody out there?
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| Esham and Twiztid
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| Twiztid!
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| Who thought it’d happen?
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| That’s right bitch
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| Look at me! |
| Look at me!
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| Come on dogg, I see you starrin'
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| Look at me! |
| Look at me!
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| Is it the clothes you see me wearrin'?
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| Look at me! |
| Look at me!
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| Is it them twenty-fours glarrin'?
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| Look at me! |
| Look at me!
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| You know I just ain’t carrin'
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| Look at me, I’m from the 3−1-3
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| Who’s the number one cheddar boy in the city?
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| Attitude shitty, sniffin' coke off bitches titties
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| You never thought that I’d be runnin wit the hatchet
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| Who runs Detroit? |
| Esham and Kill Patrick
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| I can’t forget about the Wicked Clownz and Psychopathic
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| And if you got static, I’m whippin out the automatic
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| I’m swinging for your esophogus
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| You gon' look at me or I’mma get to palmin' the world just like I was
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| Apocolypse
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| With that destructive and malicious look in my eyes
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| Me, Mono, Blaze, and Esham who wanna die?
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| Fuck it y’all, I’ve been fuckin' with black magic
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| Now I’m standin' in the middle of Gratiot yellin' at the passing traffic
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| Nothing to laugh at, but I’m something to see
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| I spit fire, you can see my tounge blaze when I breathe
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| Look at me! |
| Monoxide!
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| Jamie Madrox! |
| Soda pop rocks
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| Esham! |
| Wicked shit boomin' out spots!
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| Look at me, my life and times what they took from me
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| They overlooked me, the judge threw the book at me
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| Look at me, all blue Detroit hat
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| Suspect cause I’m driving while black
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| Look at me! |
| Look at me!
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| Come on dogg, I see you starrin'
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| Look at me! |
| Look at me!
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| Is it the clothes you see me wearrin'?
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| Look at me! |
| Look at me!
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| Is it them twenty-fours glarrin'?
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| Look at me! |
| Look at me!
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| You know I just ain’t carrin'
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| I said.
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| I said. |