| Dead your central nervous system good luck on your heart rebooting
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| I’m real good at trouble shooting, when there’s trouble, I start shooting
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| Attack you cause hatred’s second nature to me
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| Give me a table before I smack you, maitre d'
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| Confrontations, knife up your ass, constipation
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| Fuck the constitution, there’s death in constellation
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| I do lots of conditioning, but not to make my head glow
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| More to condition myself, to scalp you with a stiletto
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| I can’t help but be ghetto, the first ghetto was Venice
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| Italy, jews were literally considered a menace
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| You not a live street king, you’ll need anesthetics
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| You can’t survive the beatings, medics, they’ll try to revive you like Creedence
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| In the precinct, giving my prints, got a speedy offense
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| Beat you into obedience, some of my best ingredients
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| Check the latest media since, made someone bleed on the street
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| They don’t breed 'em like this anymore, cops ask, I plead the fifth
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| Rock a mask, catch you graveyard shift, don’t behave hard
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| If you ain’t brave hearted, you’ll end up in a grave, hard stiff
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| Your wife in White Slavery Part 6, in some Albanian’s apartment
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| Soon to be sold to an Iranian who’s guarded
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| I started thuggin' as a mugger, purse snatcher
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| My first batch of loot, streets are foul like the crotch of a prostitute
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| Trial and error, trial by fire, vile pleasure
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| On the trial for murder for having a wild desire for terror
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| The style of a pallbearer, or Tom Araya for hire
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| Do this for Meyer, praising those that blaze a trail, required
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| My head’s an anvil, used to leave a man killed
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| Head butt 'em, smash 'em, cut 'em, trampled in a landfill
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| I’m an insanity asylum mind on shock treatment
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| Doctors can’t reach him, both level meter needles that measure the wattage
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| peaking
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| I’m in need of sedation, ankle and wrist restraints, leaving abrasions
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| Medicated, he indeed is a patient
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| Speed of a speed racing demon, the seed of a Jason
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| Driver seat up in the v., your freak, seat is adjacent
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| Hazardous habit of grabbing the ratchet
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| Put white maggots in faggots
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| I stab until they staggering backwards
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| Peep cash, get heat rash, trying to ration my rackets
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| Fanatic for karats but this ravenous rabbit is rabid
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| Psychopath, bad path for a raft in the rapids
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| Basket Case, Norman Bates face bastard is bad shit
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| Rubber room type, rub a goon with straps on his jacket
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| Off the Creedmoor mental ward floor
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| Take a state test for the mental, get tennis board scores
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| Sandwich short of a picnic, loose nut in the district
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| Nitwits see food here?, get fed with these biscuits
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| Click click! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Pain , by - Necro. Song from the album Once Upon a Crime, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп