| What type of drugs do you do?
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| And what do you do to get your hands on your shit mothafucka huh!!!
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| What kind of dirty tricks you do to get yourself fixed?
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| You’re all sick; |
| is it lack of love? |
| or lack of your withdrawal?
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| Drugs! |
| i need femine venoms in the system
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| In order to function in the rhythm
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| You get hook to the look of wild vomen
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| And wanna live in the land of the unforgiven
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| Habits turn bad ones
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| Individuals make 'em poison rituals
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| Gotta have it a have it, a habit
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| Welcome your traces of an addict
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| God forgive me for my bad habits,
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| Drug addict needle in my vein, i gotta have it To kill the pain, you silly rabbit
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| I dig a hole under the sun to hide from the static
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| Automatic pressure got to kill it Give some act-rite juice so i could feel it Ah, now everything is all right
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| The eye of the needle cries out to the dark side
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| Looking inside through the outdoor knocking
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| But society won’t let me in so i grab my stocking
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| Put over my head and get the dough
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| 'cause the needle is my god and smack is my soul
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| Parahernaila in my domain brings conclusion
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| That i’m using but the question is, am i abusing
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| Infested in the residence of pico union
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| Drug intrusion, color fusion
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| Invasion! |
| of your senses maintain relapse
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| Dilate eye lenses, my dependence on these chemical artifical dreams
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| Is what makes my habit obscene
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| What type of drugs do you do?
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| And what do you do to get your hands on your shit mothafucka huh!!!
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| What kind of dirty tricks you do to get yourself fixed?
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| You’re all sick; |
| is it lack of love? |
| or lack of your withdrawal?
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| Drugs! |
| i need femine venoms in the system
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| In order to function in the rhythm
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| Tinted like the darkest shadows, my mind is cloudly subliminal
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| Commands will penetrate then i get rowdy conditions
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| Drowsy, the sedative brings negative enemies
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| I slump down and stay ahead of me Powerful like metamphetamines my state is altered
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| This here’s no lie hydroponic, chronic
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| Got you feeling all erotic aphrodisiac, who’s got it?
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| Alvarado maniacs risk poison time buying dimes
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| When you got the fix get in the mix
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| There’s no denving drug’s the only factor
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| Got me in the rapture making an addict out of you
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| And proceed to capture you mind
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| You’re mine, choke hold to your whole skull, substance uncontrolled
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| Who holds straight keys to locks and unlocks key holes
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| The structure of my trip is unstoppable
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| I’m 50 hits of the dot all powerful
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| We go deranged and remain living the last days in the haze of purple micro
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| I remember when i was a high school star
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| Had the proom queen, scholarship, brand new car
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| It’s funny, you never know who your friends are
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| 'til you lose all your sensibilities to the act-rite
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| But i’m all wrong; |
| no wonder my family
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| Don’t wanna have nothing to do with me Humiliation, neglect, no respect
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| The concept of rehabilitation has been swept
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| I wish i was clean a far fetched dream
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| But what other way am i going to blow of my steam
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| Heaven’s all in this bottle of juice making me feel high
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| Making me feel loose, get nowhere turn to no one
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| Trust me, i don’t even trust myself |