| Ah freak freak y’all
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| It’s so unique y’all
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| Left my body, now I’m all up inside the beat y’all
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| You know I’m premierly buzzing
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| Looking for lost amulets
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| Chemicals in the back
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| We’re on the way to Los Angeles
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| Yo, it’s the psychedelic roadtrip
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| Step into the fantasia
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| Chemicals unknown to the doctors
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| My system has a mania
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| On the way to Heathrow airport
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| Getting higher than people dare thought
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| Taking the vibe to the limits we got the E for airborne
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| To the lungs now I’m slipping into the phantom zone
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| Giants lizards and snakes lurking inside the catacombs
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| I must ignore these terrible drugs that keep it steady
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| Before the C.I.A. |
| turn me into a mean spaghetti
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| I ain’t paranoid, I can see that when I drop the acid
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| Along with them killer bats and them four killer rabbits -for real-
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| Yo, what’s the meaning of the madness?
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| Yo, yo
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| So freak freak y' all
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| To the beat y' all
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| And turn it up until the volume peak y' all
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| I make ya play the cd on repeat y' all
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| Party people
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| Freak freak y' all
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| Yo
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| As the mescaline etches the brain I’m trembling
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| Landed at Los Angeles airport playing the president
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| I’m so high the concept of time’s a total mystery
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| And there ain’t another like me in all global history
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| The mega-hectic chemical romance
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| Step in the death pit
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| Surely as deadly as gladiation getting your head split
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| The man who makes a beast of himself seeing the plan
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| He’s getting rid of the pain of being a man
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| Yo fuck the system, we’re getting high
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| Chiefing ???
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| Fear and loath (ing) in Las Vegas
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| Got my brain in a steakhouse
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| -yeah!-
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| The cops are coming, time for breakout
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| Yo, yo
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| So freak freak y' all
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| To the beat y' all
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| And turn it up until the volume peak y' all
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| I make ya play the cd on repeat y' all
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| Party people
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| Freak freak y' all |