| Lord have mercy
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| Lord have mercy
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| I got demons running through my slate
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| They like to creep when my thoughts get deep
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| Scheming, trying to find a place to fit in And manifest itself in the form of a sin
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| If I was rin tin tin Id rip the skin off of lassie
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| The shit you talk is idle threatening to blast me You high on gas like a rastaman bought it Dont set it off kid and get me started
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| Cause youre highly regarded when youre dearly departed
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| But mommas still crying asking God why in The world could you take her only child
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| When you was fronting on the streets like you was buckwild
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| To keep it real kid you gots to stay humble
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| You cant fumble and if you gots to rumble
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| Then word to bryant gumble Im a live for today
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| And God bless the man that steps in my way
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| Cause if I said it somebodys getting wetted
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| So just keep your cool and everythings copasetic
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| Pull out your heater kid spit your razor
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| And minell still be the intellect that plays ya Cause when the mike check Im high tech skills are apparent
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| You can play the child kid Ill play the parent
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| Cause Im a be responsible for your schooling
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| But I wont change your diapers or do your car poolin
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| Get up Ill break ya down a little somethen
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| Im fed up its time to go head huntin
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| Dead up too many crews be frontin
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| Im fed up its time to go head huntin
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| Get up Ill break ya down a little somethin
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| Im fed up its time to go head huntin
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| Dead up too many crews be frontin
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| Im fed up its time to go head huntin
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| Lord have some mercy on my soul
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| Now why everybody making shit thats unreal
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| Cause the (ayanon) man he wants mass appeal
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| Forgetting all about how its supposed to feel
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| Kids be going out for the record deal
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| So if you pull out the clap then bust your cap
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| Or Im a make like the man and drop bomb on your gat
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| But dont snap cause this aint hbo
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| Kid you got no benz plus you got no dough
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| While you say that though you trying to gain that ho Used to be you had to rhyme about stuff you know
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| I dont need mtv to make no bucks
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| I rock styles that make you say ah who dat waz?
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| Who that was is the man of all hours
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| Sending all star players straight back to the showers
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| Fake hard rocks are really just cowards
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| I master dub plates like my names herb powers
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| I getcha open like hunting season
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| I make papers dont front on the reason
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| Cause Im seizing up every day
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| You say carpe diem I call em like I see em |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fed Up , by - House Of Pain. Song from the album Truth Crushed To Earth Shall Rise Again, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп