| Lights out, you’re talking too loud
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| So just shut your mouth, who the fuck are you now?
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| Lights out, can you feel it now?
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| We’re calling you out, who the fuck are you now?
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| Lifestyles of the young and the reckless
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| Checked in the real world that don’t ask questions
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| Dodging 'em bullets like a fucked up western
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| Drag you on a rope till you’re choked out senseless
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| Kings are crowned, we’re the best around
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| Got an underground army, yeah, we holding it down
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| We built our base and what we found
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| It takes blood and sweat and always moving a crowd
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| No skill when you’ve gone the fast lane
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| Let me see you dance, one from the AK
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| Bullshit, now he’s droppin' names
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| Who you know, what you do, it all sounds the same
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| A piece of advice: quit droppin' mine
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| You’ll be gone way before it even is your time
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| Like a stripper in a cage making minimum wage
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| You’ll be gone like a dollar bill hitting the stage
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| Lights out, you’re talking too loud
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| So just shut your mouth, who the fuck are you now?
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| Lights out, can you feel it now?
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| We’re calling you out, who the fuck are you now?
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| I’ma light your ass up 'cause you ain’t got what it takes
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| Your crew’s riding my nuts, they’ll tell you how my dick tastes
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| Yeah, I’m shitfaced in all black, looking creepy
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| It’s Charlie Scene, this shit is way too easy
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| I’ma give it you quick, going straight to your throat
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| Or put the burner in your mouth and turn you into a ghost
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| All these people making music with nothing to show
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| Who doesn’t have a band? |
| Shit, I don’t know
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| What kind of sane person drops his own name?
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| What kind of sane person boos his own band offstage?
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| What kind of sane person drops a verse like this?
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| These damn meds ain’t working, I’m just too damn sick
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| Just you coming out here has got me provoked
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| Now I’ma cut your ass up like a line of coke
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| I’ma roll your crew up like a fat ass roach
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| And put you in my ashtray 'cause you just got smoked
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| Lights out, you’re talking too loud
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| So just shut your mouth, who the fuck are you now?
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| Lights out, can you feel it now?
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| We’re calling you out, who the fuck are you now?
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| Another classic case, you crash and burn
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| And it’s true, you’re dead wrong
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| It’s lights out, your last song
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| The world has turned its face, you’ll never learn
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| And it’s true, you’re dead wrong
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| It’s lights out, your last song
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| Walls closing in, they’re falling down
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| Lights out, you’re talking too loud
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| So just shut your mouth, who the fuck are you now?
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| Lights out, can you feel it now?
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| We’re calling you out, who the fuck are you now?
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| Lights out, can you feel it now?
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| We’re calling you out, who the fuck are you now?
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| Lights out, you’re talking too loud
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| Who the fuck are you now? |
| Who the fuck are you now?
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| Lights out |