| WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY,
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| YOU WON’T EVEN KNOW A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT THE DOOR,
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| UNTIL YOUR MELON HIT THE FLOOR AND ROLL AWAY
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| How can I stop myself from murdering your neck, Methadone and Prozac only keep
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| me in check, as soon as it’s gone, I’m gonna KILL!
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| And that was my last refill dog Dammit! |
| I drink lithium and I don’t even know
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| what it is, only reason why you diss me is because you want a sip!
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| Every time I drink it, I piss out a laser, and cut holes in the wall with my
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| dick phaser, I’ma do time I assume, I bitch slapped the judge right out his own
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| court room, then I took the bench, and sentenced myself, eternal happineess and
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| good heath mother fucker, mother fucker, mother fucker, I represent the Hatchet,
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| I see you eye ball lookin' at me like I’ma snatch it, and whip it to the
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| garbage can down the hall, then kick you in the ass as you search and crawl for
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| it
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| WE BE DOING MURDER EVERYDAY, WE BE GOOD ENOUGH TO GET AWAY,
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| YOU WON’T EVEN KNOW A WICKED CLOWN HAS HIT the DOOR,
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| UNTIL YOUR MELON HIT THE FLOOR AND ROLL AWAY
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| You know Jamie Madrox rapped about something like this only I never really
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| thought about how horrible it really is, laying in a coffin, in a pine black
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| box, the only sound being that of my heart if Im alive.
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| But I’ve got no pulse of ever-breath for days I remember the crash and after
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| that it’s a haze, but I do recall the funeral, them lowering me in,
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| it was about that time when my soul kicked back in, I tried to move my fingers
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| or somethin', got nothin but dirt hitting the top from them shoveling,
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| I’m fucked.
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| It’s been at lease two weeks but I don’t keep time, I just lay herre motionless
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| in this rotting body of mine, I tried fantasy realms and dreaming my way out,
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| it only leads to mind panicking and torturing thoughts about running and
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| breathing will it ever really happen again, please God, heaven or hell just let
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| something begin
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| Am I asleep or not, I
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| Don’t know,
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| My body is rotting and I feel pain,
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| Gimmie to heaven or hell but don’t leave me dead inside this thing,
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| My body wont let me go
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| LET ME GO
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| Let me go
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| GO
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| My body wont let me go
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| LET ME GO
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| Let me go
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| GO!
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| Am I asleep or not, I don’t know,
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| My body is rotting and I feel pain
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| Gimmie to heaven or gimmie to hell but don’t leave my dead inside this thing,
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| No!
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| Am I asleep or not, I don’t know,
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| My body is rotting and I feel pain
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| Gimmie to heaven or gimmie to hell but don’t leave me dead inside this thing,
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| My body wont let me go
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| LET ME GO
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| Let me go
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| GO
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| My body wont let me go
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| LET ME GO
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| Let me go
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| GO! |