| Shh… the baby is sleeping
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| A blind date with CNN
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| A click
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| Ouch
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| A click of beer man, that’s the 10 year old
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| Motherfucking deep space evil nine milliemeter
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| White noise television
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| Fucking 3am
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| Gotta wonder if the roach was invented in my kitchen
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| Shut the fuck up
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| Don’t wanna hear that shit
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| Backwards
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| With the volume up to keep it all out
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| WE
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| Na na na na
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| WE Don’t.
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| We don’t like it when the city lights start fading
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| When the city lights fading then we can’t get down (ok)
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| We don’t like it when the city people act crooked
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| When the city people crooked then we can’t get down (ok)
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| We don’t like it when the city pigeons break wings
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| When the pigeons break wings then we can’t get down (ok)
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| We don’t like it when the city fire starts spreading
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| When the city fire’s spreading then we can’t get down (YO!)
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| Zook up in it, crook with a cord
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| With a cord with a two tonne gimmick
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| Deep space evil nine millimetre gimme
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| Damn needle point in this pin cushion family
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| Hot dam at the N.Y. resin
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| I soaked the bad air, the smoke we sold
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| Wild style, child’s smile like a moby cobra
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| Low key dozer revoked me ultra
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| Choked out bolts to promote the ulcer
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| Chug dro, bear hug wrote the folk lore
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| See the mangy branch off strange when he willow
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| Weep till the face go paisley
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| We don’t wanna babble on the bad brains dum-dum brainiac bust out, girder,
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| flushed out
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| Touched with a lush burn curdle in the dirt
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| Like it’s bingo night at the earthworm church
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| — Bang-
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| Clash with the ants and termites
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| Ride ‘til the wheels fall off the dirt bike
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| Well I still hold dimes by the caseload
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| Hide the prescription, Miller said I’m stable
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| A R strike the pause
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| Put the flaws in a box with a … fuck off
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| Mallet for the media, mallet for the laws
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| Dragging a mallet through the city when he walks
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| Subliminal is so nineties, get wit it
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| Im more like bird watch then a mobster look
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| It goes dem’s good deeds
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| … stomach churning, round 2, quick, south of the sternum
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| What it is now, verse what it was, beat myself till the pain came up
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| Dork faced boy got apocalypse charm
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| With a yellowy grin, metal thin, metal limb
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| Metal kicks kiss metal bricks, kiss metal
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| Meddle with this: an anti bliss missile
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| Close to the fire when I bare skin lie
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| Leave me the idiot box I’m fine
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| But if I gotta see another roller skating parrot
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| On animal planet on a needle point eye
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| Eye to the needle, clean set of chompers
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| Made me a demo tape, mingle of the mobsters
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| Go ahead y’all flap y’all jaws
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| Aes stick with it 'til their face fall off
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| And the evilest of nine’s guaranteed to shoot crooked
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| And the evilest of nine’s guaranteed to shoot crooked
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| And the evilest of nine’s guaranteed to shoot crooked
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| And the evilest of nine’s guaranteed to shoot crooked
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| Off your fucking mind
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| Shoot crooked
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| We don’t like it when the city lights start fading
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| When the city lights fading then we can’t get down (ok)
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| We don’t like it when the city people act crooked
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| When the city people crooked then we can’t get down (ok)
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| We don’t like it when the city pidgeons break wings
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| When the pidgeons break wings then we can’t get down (ok)
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| We don’t like it when the city fire starts spreading
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| When the fire’s spreading then we can’t get down
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| I met a girl with an angel face and two devil horns pokin out maybe with her
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| brains replaced
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| She said walk to the store with her, ok
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| Bought a carton of squares, I think I fell in love today
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| Now whats a pretty little thing like you doing walking with a condor circle
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| when the city lights fade
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| Dead walk only to redig the graves
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| And make it big enough to fit tv’s and microwaves
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| Ooooh she didn’t say shit (nup)
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| Smiles that could melt the gloss off your whip
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| And before I could ask her about her high wire, homegirl walked face first
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| straight through the fire
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| Kill the pigs and poke the lump with a fork
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| If it all bleeds y’all need to shut the oven door
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| Here half worm dirt in the mouth
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| So its raining mud when the tongue lash out
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| Cool, beans, perfect, dope
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| Like Aes with a rafter and 6 feet of rope
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| Paradox spill out hate in all sections
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| You can get fucked when you standing at attention
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| And the evilest of nine’s guaranteed to shoot crooked
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| And the evilest of nine’s guaranteed to shoot crooked
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| And the evilest of nine’s guaranteed to shoot crooked
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| And the evilest of nine’s guaranteed to shoot crooked
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| Fix the fucking antenna
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| We don’t like it when the city lights start fading
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| When the city lights fading then we can’t get down (ok)
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| We don’t like it when the city people act crooked
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| When the city people crooked then we can’t get down (ok)
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| We don’t like it when the city pigeons break wings
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| When the pigeons break wings then we can’t get down (ok)
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| We don’t like it when the city fire starts spreading
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| When the fire’s spreading then we can’t get down (ok)
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| No doubt
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| He ain’t, he ain’t got a gun in no shoebox
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| Face to the floor drop it
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| Still carry the evilest nine weapons |