| Scalpel
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| Here
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| Sponge
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| Here
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| Wait… he's convulsing, he’s convulsing
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| Ah
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| We’re gonna have to shock him
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| Oh my! |
| Oh my God
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| We’re gonna have to shock him
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| Oh my God
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| These are the results of a thousand electric volts
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| A neck with bolts
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| (Nurse we’re losing him, check the pulse)
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| A kid who refused to respect adults
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| Wore spectacles with taped frames and a freckled nose
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| A corny looking White boy
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| Scrawny and always ornery
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| Cause I was always sick of brawny bullies picking on me
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| And I might snap, one day just like that
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| I decided to strike back and flatten every tire on the bike rack
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| My first day in junior high this kid said
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| It’s you and I, three o’clock sharp this afternoon you die
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| I looked at my watch it was 1:20
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| I already gave you my lunch money
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| What more do you want from me
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| He said, don’t try to run from me, you’ll just make it worse
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| My palms were sweaty
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| And I started to shake at first
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| Something told me, try to fake a stomach ache, it works
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| I screamed, oww, my appendix feels like they could burst
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| Teacher, teacher, quick I need a naked nurse
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| «What's the matter»
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| I don’t know, my leg, it hurts
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| «Leg? |
| I thought you said it was your tummy»
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| Oh I mean it is, but I also got a bum knee
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| «Mr. |
| Mathers, the fun and games are over
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| And just for that stunt, you’re gonna get some extra homework»
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| But don’t you wanna give me after school detention
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| «Nah, that bully wants to beat your ass and I’mma let him»
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| Brain damage
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| Ever since the day I was born
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| Drugs is what they used to say I was on
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| They say I never knew which way I was going
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| But everywhere I go they keep playing my song
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| Way before my baby daughter Hailie
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| I was harassed daily by this fat kid named D’Angelo Bailey
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| An eighth grader who acted obnoxious, cause his father boxes
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| So every day he’d shove me in the lockers
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| One day he came in the bathroom while I was pissing
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| And had me in the position to beat me into submission
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| He banged my head against the urinal till he broke my nose
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| Soaked my clothes in blood
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| Grabbed me and choked my throat
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| I tried to plead and tell him
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| We shouldn’t beef
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| But he just wouldn’t leave
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| He kept choking me and I couldn’t breathe
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| He looked at me and said, «you gonna die, honky»
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| The principal walked in, and started helping him stomp me
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| I made them think they beat me to death
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| Holding my breath for like five minutes before they finally left
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| Then I got up and ran to the janitor’s storage booth
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| Kicked the door hinge loose and ripped out the four inch screws
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| Grabbed some sharp objects, brooms and foreign tools
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| This is for every time you took my orange juice
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| Or stole my seat in the lunchroom and drank my chocolate milk
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| Every time you tipped my tray and it dropped and spilt
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| I’m gettin you back, bully, now once and for good
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| I cocked the broomstick back and swung hard as I could
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| And beat him over the head with it til I broke the wood
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| Knocked him down
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| Stood on his chest with one foot
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| Made it home, later that same day
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| Started reading a comic and suddenly everything became gray
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| I couldn’t even see what I was trying to read
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| I went deaf and my left ear started to bleed
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| My mother started screaming, «what are you on, drugs»
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| Look at you, you’re getting blood all over my rug (sorry)
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| She beat me over the head with the remote control
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| Opened a hole and my whole brain fell out of my skull
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| I picked it up and screamed
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| Look bitch, what have you done
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| Oh my God, I’m sorry son
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| Shut up you cunt
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| I said fuck it
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| Took it and stuck it back up in my head
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| Then I sewed it shut and put a couple of screws in my neck |