| I hope you’re not too damaged from my absence
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| 86 percent, still an A
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| Brain cells open up
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| Shame sounds dope enough
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| Then I crack my head, milk
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| Spill out of my coconut
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| Very murky process for a scary circus monster
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| Smokin' Turkish hash and Birkenstocks
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| Let me know when the hurting stops (Uh oh, okay)
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| My posse was on Broadway
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| Front and center, crazy
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| One-percenters es compadres
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| Crush your fuckin' skull like a cantaloupe with a cannonball
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| Man, I’m bananas, an animal when I’m on Anadrol
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| Cocky little elf’s back, stocky little Hell cat
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| Rocky hear the bell tap, snappin' like a belt strap
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| Allocated paws, alligator jaws salivating
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| I’ll locate a cause, validate a gladiator dog
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| Four star general, warped war criminal
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| Wait until the boring storm starts, blow it shark week
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| Eat some pussy if it’s pure, and lately I like gardening
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| But I ain’t in a rush to put a baby in a car seat
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| Maniacal fire god, I am required to set it off
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| Had to go back to my training like Rocky was getting soft
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| Life is much better when we were all watching Sopranos
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| Now, when I like I am Lucky Luciano
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| Stupid, drooping, I’m dopey
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| It’s kooky, the spookiest hooligan
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| It’s nucleus nuclear
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| Fucking these rappers, no lubricant
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| Half vampire, half lightning, I’m a hybrid
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| Skull is full of vicious, violent voices but they’re vibrant
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| Wonderful underworld
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| Hundred girls in just a hundred days
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| That was back then but now every month I make 200K
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| Andale andale, arriba
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| Doctor prescribed me placebo
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| But I am rushing,
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| Match out the old drum and diva
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| Found the streets on my own
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| Turbulent suburbian
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| Mental disturbances, ready for war like a Serbian
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| , I’m more of a moral immortal
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| Orally, Toro, no sorrow
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| My sword thorough, I’ll send a floral wreath
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| Madchild’s done plenty of things
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| I’m the inventor and king
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| Back in the center of things
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| No need to enter a ring
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| They were just filling a void
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| I’m back to «Kill and destroy»
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| Not taking pills anymore
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| Don’t want me feeling annoyed
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| Rusty razor blade, no dirty cocaine in my restroom
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| I don’t leave death threats, I leave fresh flesh wounds
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| Catching what I’m saying, right fielder, a knife wielder
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| My life feels like I’ve just killed the lights in a nice building
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| An active imagination
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| I’m back with an aggregation
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| I snap with a lack of patience
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| On track, sick, I’m slashing lately
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| Now that I’m back to basics, wait
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| Let’s radio activate
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| I snap on 'em, happily graphically grapple, decapitate
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| Surface, I’m a circus freak that works a beat so perfectly
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| But inside there’s a serpent that’s slurping his tongue and hurting me
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| Controversial monster that’s haunted by Devil’s taunting me
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| Conscious beast that goes bonkers to lower their levels constantly
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| Bipolar and brainwash myself that I’m now pathetic
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| If I don’t stay committed, I’ma end up being committed
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| In the loony bin, the rude moody ghoul, I’m back in school again
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| The stamina, Canada’s most hated white boy and hooligan
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| Ugly motherfucker, tough little bastard, it’s beautiful
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| Broken knuckles, blood on my hands, dirt in my cuticles
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| My life is like a movie, talk shit, you sit in a cubicle
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| Unusual musical, mind uncommon, Ramen noodle pole
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| I’ll paint a masterpiece, you doodle, stick a Pit on a Labradoodle
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| Stick my fangs in your Adam’s apple then eat you like apple strudel
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| Poof, my anxiety’s through the roof
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| Gettin' better instead of older, I’m dying to be the proof |