| When you hear the rain fallin
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| Callin your name
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| Whether broke or you’re rich
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| In a ditch or the same
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| So watch who you fuck wit
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| Or who you might talk to
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| You never know
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| When your words might come and huant you
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| It started back on Halloween 1984
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| When I was just a little mothafucka up in your door
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| Walkin through your hoods
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| Like I woke up in the woods
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| With my mask and my horns
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| Ready to take you for your goods
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| Sympothetical never could of been
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| Cause the level I was in was full of hatered
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| Never kept me sacred
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| Thinkin how you wish
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| While you’re sleepin wit the fish
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| Life’s a bitch homie
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| There’s the real and there’s the phony
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| They go through many changes
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| Go through many stages
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| Still remain raw when the law put me in cages
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| Many faces livin by the sword
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| They try to plead their cases
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| Cause they say they found the lord
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| Jesus, I got so many reasons
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| Fools tryin to read ya, full of amnesia
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| Fakin all the funk wit the Bible in thier palms
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| But these bitch made punks all belong up in a trunk
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| Full of rigomortis, show em where my sword is
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| Tell me if you feel me
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| Other wise kill me
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| Take me from this Earth
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| Since the first day of birth
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| I felt that I was cursed
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| It’s time to ride a hearse |