| Well I swear on a stack of Bibles
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| Double goddamn and a carton of Hells
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| I just did a pound and I ain’t going back in again
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| Hubble bubble grime and stubble
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| Like a vulture picking thru the rubble
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| You be looking at me, you be looking at trouble (amen)
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| Just a man with a mind like a scrambled egg
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| And a past splattered in the road
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| Well I’m at home sweet homicide down Stress Me Street
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| And I eat nothing but dirt, they say you are what you eat
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| I always tell the truth, even when I lie
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| This phoenix has caught back on fire
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| There’s a pressure in my skull and it’s going to crack
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| There’s a pressure in my head and it’s going to attack
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| There’s a pleasure in my skull and it’s going to crack
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| There’s a pressure on my person and it’s going to attack, attack
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| Frankincense and Frankenstein
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| And frankly I don’t give a thin dime
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| For two bit failing seminaries
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| Filling heirs with ten Hail Mary’s
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| I always tell the truth even when I die
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| This Foetus has caught back on fire
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| There’ll be an empty clip in my .45
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| 'Cos my life’s going to take a dive
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| Well I swear on a stack of Bibles
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| Double goddamn and a carton of Hells
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| I just did a pound and I ain’t going back in again
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| I can’t eat no more dirt…
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| Attack |