| Look into these eyeballs
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| You can see there’s fireballs
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| Spitting fire like I’m a pyro from Hiro
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| Shocking like a stun gun, I’m in a conundrum
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| Walking through a dungeon, pale like I’m from London
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| Traveling, my brains unraveling, I’m coming undone
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| But still I’m heavy like a truck that’s a one ton
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| I will eat you like a wonton, I’ll smoke a rapper like a Pom Pom
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| Bamm-Bamm!
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| Draping up these rappers like a sodomite selector
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| Spinning around your head like I’m a satellite directed
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| Penetrating, I’m a hyperventilating alien
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| Probing you up in my UFO but I’m Canadian
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| Star Wars, pulling out my lightsaber, en garde!
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| Strong enough to pull the ears up off a Gunnar
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| Been around hip hop so long that I’m a monarch
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| Putting fat laces in my Pumas, wearing Conart
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| My rhyme will stick to you like lawn darts
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| And you don’t stop, and you don’t quit
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| And you don’t stop, and you don’t quit
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| And you don’t stop, and you don’t quit
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| Me and Madchild, yeah we on our own shit
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| And they say these kids are the craziest
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| The whole world’s alive, but he’s just what they say he is
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| Let’s go back in time, back to where the eighties is
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| See the kid as he grew up and the ways he lived
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| I jerked off before the age of ten, found a page and pen
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| Passed it and laughed off the rage and sin
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| Hackin' cough, bad ideas in my brain dancing back and forth
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| I put the pen and page down, went back to jacking off
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| My morals all over the place, it’s all over
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| Fall over drunk, I’m shit-faced, I never call sober
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| You know what my style on for now on
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| How long The matador and it’s now dawn
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| Bitches want a while the pad is add on
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| The mirror with the razor out, now you want a pal, huh?
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| I’m sick of society, I can’t function in it
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| I’ll cuss you bitches out, go back to gettin' drunk again
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| And you don’t stop, and you don’t quit
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| And you don’t stop, and you don’t quit
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| And you don’t stop, and you don’t quit
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| Me and Madchild, yeah we on our own shit
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| Hit record, Jason Bourne, no replacement for him
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| Hallucinating, face is warm, drinking Agent Orange
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| When I was young I used to fuck and bring the cameras out
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| Riding wearing floral print pajamas at my grandma’s house
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| I’m a blabbermouth, so much shit to rap about
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| I’ll eat a rapper like an apple then I’ll crap him out
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| This took all the energy that I could muster up
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| Cause mentally, my mind has warped into a clusterfuck
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| Subhuman, psychotic, I’m a superbeast
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| My girl is twenty three, don’t want to slide around in cougar grease
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| Uhllaaah, I’m fly like I’m the Enterprise
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| Whipper-rapper dead, will not be able to identify 'em
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| I’ll eat a rapper like it’s dinner time
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| Cold like I’m a bicycle with icicles at winter time
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| And you don’t stop, and you don’t quit
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| And you don’t stop, and you don’t quit
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| And you don’t stop, and you don’t quit
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| Me and Madchild, yeah we on our own shit |