| Shaggy the Airhead on the beat
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| «Oh my God»
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| «Oh no»
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| «When humans corrode»
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| «Fuck, man, you look so old»
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| «You sure you ain’t dead?»
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| «Seriously, you look bad»
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| Hey, I’m up in my bedroom studyin' doom
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| As the sun goes up and down like a yo-yo
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| Dope-sick bozo, toxic, loco
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| Pop six NoDoz, the clock ticks slow
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| Don’t wind it, or a dark demon will charge
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| Dislodge your skull like a spine broke
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| My plug he pulled it, my load exploded
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| Invoked a mind stroke
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| You know that my ears was blowin' out a blood red smoke
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| Rollin' off the ledge and down it float
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| Surrounded a meth head, astounded, cloaked
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| The fool inhaled it «Did it buzz him?» |
| Nope
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| His eyeballs popped out and got stuck down his throat
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| He choked, «Get behind me, do the Heimy»
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| I did him one better, the «never mind me»
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| And while he died, I did the «you can’t find me»
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| Seventeen thousand, six hundred and sixty-five
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| Now I’m countin' sheep
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| Jumpin' off a cliff, they each committin' suicide
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| They land in a bloody heap
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| I keep hearin' that flesh smack and that meat slap
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| Them bones snap, and that heap stack
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| I seen their feet tap, and that’s when, in fact
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| It dawned on me, «That beat’s fact»
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| But who’s that creep in a cheap-ass sheep suit? |
| Me?
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| Next for the monster leap
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| A dream, it’s likely, seems it might be
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| Thang is, I’m not asleep
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| Mr. Flintstone imports Cuban cigars
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| And yabadabbles in cocaine
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| His do-bot Barney got a fly hooker for a wife
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| Sweet Champagne Betty Jane
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| Now Barney’s hot ass as Betty’s
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| Pink peckerwoods, yeah they lead separate lives
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| But if you dickin' Champagne Betty at her crib
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| Barney watchin' yo ass, jackin' off close by
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| Thoughts in my head bleedin' out of my orifices
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| While I’m fuckin' fine ass twin porpuses
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| Is this a grisly clown bein' eaten by my teddy bear?
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| Of course it is
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| I need some shut-eye (I just need some sleep)
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| Why can’t I doze off? |
| (I'm behind on sleep)
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| I need some shut-eye (I'm havin' trouble with sleepin')
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| Why won’t I drift off? |
| Why?
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| I need some shut-eye (I just need some sleep)
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| Why can’t I doze off? |
| (I'm behind on sleep)
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| I need some shut-eye (I'm havin' trouble with sleepin')
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| Why won’t I drift off? |
| Why?
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| I’m assumin' you think I toss and turn
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| All day and night, but the fact is
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| Eight inches deep, my body outline pressed
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| Indented and print into my mattress
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| Layin' face down, my life revolves
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| Around the sounds of my neighbors' lives
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| Heard through the wall of my apartment
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| They fight, fuck, snore, fuck, snore, fuck, fight
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| But the other night wasn’t right, instead of «take it to the face»
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| I heard «get ready with the baby wipe»
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| Then I heard the door bust in
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| Three guys, shots, screams, I thought, «This is tight»
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| Cryin' all night, at dawn’s first light
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| Loud music, tryin' to drown and electric knife
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| Tape rip, bag zip, took a quick trip, tears drip
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| Slipped on a slipknot and rope gripped tight
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| Why can’t I sleep? |
| I’m so sleepy, whole planet’s sleepin' so easy
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| My brain is damaged completely, I’m creepin' (Come on)
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| Why can’t I sleep? |
| I’m so sleepy, whole planet’s sleepin' so easy
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| My brain is damaged completely, I’m creepin'
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| Miss Flintstone, Wilma goody two shoes
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| She love bakin' lots of cookies
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| Southern bell gone to hell, she learned how to make her pussy pop
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| And became the Octopussy
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| Gash flasher, known to pop paparazzi
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| For pussy pics, she’s followed around
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| Throw a ball from across the street
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| That neden will catch it, toss it up, and swallow it down
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| No slumber, in just under a month
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| Or a month and somethin' dumb
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| I wonder why my tongue went completely numb
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| Stiff and dry, so I bit it off, «Now I talk like this guy»
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| My mind morphed itself into a mangled muck ball
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| Clinging to theside of my skull
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| I’m tryin' to bash it with a hammer, fucker hidin' from me
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| Standin' right in front me, one of us gots to fall
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| I need some shut-eye (I just need some sleep)
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| Why can’t I doze off? |
| (I'm behind on sleep)
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| I need some shut-eye (I'm havin' trouble with sleepin')
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| Why won’t I drift off? |
| Why?
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| I need some shut-eye (I just need some sleep)
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| Why can’t I doze off? |
| (I'm behind on sleep)
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| I need some shut-eye (I'm havin' trouble with sleepin') |
| Why won’t I drift off? |
| Why?
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| Shaggy the Airhead on the beat
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| Am I dead? |
| How come I don’t feel pain?
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| I can’t believe this, I’ve got powerful wings
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| And I’m flyin', just like I’m in a dream
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| Could it, could this be what it seems?
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| Enter karma, casting colors so bright
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| I’m rechargin', fill my body with life
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| And I’m breathin', somehow breathin' bright light
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| I’m not burnin', I’m cool and feelin' just right
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| 'Cause I’m sleepin' and dreamin'
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| I’m so colorful I’m beamin'
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| I’m jokin' my mind, where we goin' I’m fine
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| Said I’m sleepin' and dreamin'
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| You should take my hand and beam in
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| I’m jokin' my mind, and it’s goin' so fine
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| 'Cause I’m sleepin' and dreamin'
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| I’m so colorful I’m beamin'
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| I’m jokin' my mind, where we goin' I’m fine
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| Said I’m sleepin' and dreamin'
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| You should take my hand and beam in
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| I’m jokin' my mind, and it’s goin' so fine
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| 'Cause I’m sleepin' and dreamin'
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| I’m so colorful I’m beamin'
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| I’m jokin' my mind, where we goin' I’m fine
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| Said I’m sleepin' and dreamin'
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| You should take my hand and beam in
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| I’m jokin' my mind, and it’s goin' so fine
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| 'Cause I’m sleepin' and dreamin'
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| I’m so colorful I’m beamin'
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| I’m jokin' my mind, where we goin' I’m fine
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| Said I’m sleepin' and dreamin'
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| You should take my hand and beam in
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| I’m jokin' my mind, and it’s goin' so fine |