| You can bet that I had just cause
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| With anyone I’ve crossed
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| So I never touch pause
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| Whenever I bust jaws
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| You’ll see nothing but stars
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| Then I’m blowing up cars
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| Fuck livin' on the edge
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| I’ve already jumped off
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| What’s gravity?
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| Another one of them dumb laws
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| That I’m gonna brush off
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| And set me some bombs off
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| Cuz I brought the ruckus
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| Hit you with a pulse charge
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| You’ll be sky high, bye-bye
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| Why? |
| Just 'Cause
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| He don’t really need no reason
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| With how much havoc Rico’s wreakin'
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| I’m makin' waves in the form of tornados
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| I can chase storms in my weather winnebago
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| From the heavens I fell, but to hell with a halo
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| You got ammo to sell, then I’ll shell out the pesos
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| Hit 'em like a strike of lightnin'- I’m a thunderous gent
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| Except your chances of gettin' zapped — A hundred percent
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| You better keep your ears plugged or I’ll pierce your eardrums
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| If the c4 blows when you’re near some
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| Then you’re deaf, no fear, you can’t hear none
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| But I’ll kick your rear if you say my beard is weird, son
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| I get a high from that free fall feelin'
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| They call me an adrenaline junkie, anyone dealin'?
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| Do you want some?
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| Kick down your doors and crash through your ceiling
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| I do it for the rush, there’s really no rhyme or reason
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| Just 'Cause
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| I got my Ph.D. |
| in demolition
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| Dr. Rodriguez has given you this prescription
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| A couple plastic explosives, that’s for your fortress
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| Symptoms include massive blasts and some corpses
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| I got the ladies sayin', Ricky, you’re loco
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| Livin' La Vida Loca, you should come lay low, oh
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| I’m the kind of guy you’ll find walkin' in slow mo
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| When an explosion goes off, that’s how I roll, bro
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| You like fighting dirty? |
| I can too
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| But you don’t wanna find out how low I can stoop
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| I’ll tie you up to a live rocket by your boots
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| And wish you happy travels, you’re gonna like the moon
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| Clean up your act, you don’t wanna be a drag, darlin'
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| I’ll hitch your ass to my whip and have you rag-dollin'
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| Listen here’s a physics lesson — objects in motion
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| That I am controllin' - result in explosions
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| I burn bridges any chance I get
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| I’ll backhand the Black Hand, after that I’ll jet
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| They say they’re not afraid of me, but their pants are wet
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| Forget life insurance bitch, you’re already dead
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| I get a high from that free fall feelin'
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| They call me an adrenaline junkie, anyone dealin'?
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| Do you want some?
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| Kick down your doors and crash through your ceiling
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| I do it for the rush, there’s really no rhyme or reason
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| Just 'Cause
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| What’s the forecast south of the border?
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| A big storm comin' in to rile up the order
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| I’ll leave 'em lookin' like they just got pounded with mortars
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| Another faction that I’ll overthrow — rally supporters
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| Miss Morales, you heard of my talents?
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| And the countless rebellions that I have amounted
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| Let me reel you in, I’ll rock you till your body’s shook
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| And once the party starts, mama then it’s off the hook
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| I got corrupt governments and companies sick of me
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| I won’t bother whistleblowing, I’ll blow 'em to smitherines
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| Remember this after you’ve suffered the tough loss
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| I had a just cause, but I had to, Just 'Cause
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| I get a high from that free fall feelin'
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| They call me an adrenaline junkie, anyone dealin'?
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| Do you want some?
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| Kick down your doors and crash through your ceiling
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| I do it for the rush, there’s really no rhyme or reason
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| Just 'Cause |