| I think the best threat in the world is to say:
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| I’m gonna put tacks in your cereal… in two years
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| You know what I’m sayin'?
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| You mother-fuckers get in line for what?
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| Lazerbeak on the beat
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| Turbo Nemesis choppin' the cuts
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| I’m stickin' ‘em up
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| Doomtree givin' the guts
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| A little heart
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| Probably written with love
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| Or written in blood
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| To stain the brains of the strange
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| But don’t bang the content
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| I’m tryin' to get my people behind it
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| Sang along with it
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| Scream along with it
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| This goes to the people
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| Who know better than to give up and die
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| We try livin'
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| Bite the hand givin'
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| Despite our position
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| Ignite the opposition
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| Fright, I’m forever srcreamin'
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| Yeah right
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| Stay out the dark
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| Forever sleepin' with a teddy bear
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| And a tazer
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| Givin' ya cuts
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| Like a 6-pack of Bic razors
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| Danger danger
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| Doom the beat mangling
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| Strain through the blood
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| With a thing for word tangling
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| Another one of them mother-fuckers
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| With nothin' but drive and the hill
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| To try and climb up
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| So if I walk right by
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| Don’t take if for nothin' more
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| Than somethin' simple like I’m tryin' not to lose my grip
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| Another one of them mother-fuckers
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| With nothin' but drive and the hill
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| To try and climb up
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| So if I walk right by
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| Don’t take if for nothin'
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| Except I’m trying not to lose my fucking grip
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| (Shut up. Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!)
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| Just breathe!
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| Yeah yeah just remember to breathe
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| And get loud!
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| Yeah Doomtree to hold me down
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| Let go!
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| Gotta do what I want and do what I know
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| Just breathe!
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| All right all right
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| Just breathe!
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| This is fun just remember to breathe
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| And get loud!
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| Yeah Doomtree to hold me down
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| Let go!
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| Gotta do what I want and do what I know
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| Just breathe!
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| All right, all right, all right, all right
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| Ok, ok, ok, all right
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| Slow it down, slow it down
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| Just relax, you gotta breathe
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| Relax, slow it down…
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| (WHOA! OH SHIT! Oh! GODDAMNIT! Oh God! Oh! Damnit!)
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| See I sat nothing but road on the
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| And wait in the back
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| While hangmen waste away on the rope
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| We pick up the slack
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| Doom. |
| Smack the crap
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| And click to 90 1 1
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| Burn off time I’ll pour my coffee cup
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| To stay on the run
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| Never wrecked
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| Keep it movin'
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| Till there ain’t nothin' left
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| Right left right steps
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| Fight for balance homie
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| Hope for the checks
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| Scratch that
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| I hope for the best
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| I test the limits
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| Like any Doomtree cynics
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| See I
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| Another one of them mother-fuckers
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| With nothin' but drivin' a hand to the hill
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| To try and climb up
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| If I walk right past you
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| Don’t take if for nothin' more
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| Than somethin' simple like I’m tryin' not to lose my grip
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| Another one of them mother-fuckers
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| With nothin' but drive and the skill
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| To try and climb up
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| If I walk right past you
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| Don’t take if for nothin' more
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| I’m tryin' not to lose my grip
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| Yeah yeah
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| Just remember to breathe and uh…
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| Yeah Doomtree
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| To hold me down and uh…
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| I gotta do what I want
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| Do what I know
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| Just… All right
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| Ok, this is fun just remember to breathe
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| And uh… Yeah Doomtree
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| To hold me down and uh…
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| Gotta do what I want
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| Do what I know and just
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| Just breathe… |