| I go breaking the rules with a white nose
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| Rhino, st&ede through for the title
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| Psycho, social abuse with my eyes closed
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| I don’t read the reviews with my high hopes
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| Yeah, I keep that lip junk steady
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| Relapse to the passion got my wrist all edgy
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| Niggas try to act like I can’t verse on any
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| Knifes inside my back I got enough already
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| It’s the raw shit
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| Might make you nauseous
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| From my recordings to the mosh pit
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| Leave your boys haunted
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| It’s the raw shit
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| Might make you nauseous
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| From my recordings to the mosh pit
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| Leave your boys haunted
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| Beat slayer, never read data
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| Leave the keep sayers, deep player
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| I don’t need favours, not a deal maker
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| Real recognise real, I’m a deal breaker
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| And I build what I fucking build, I don’t need favours
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| Still full of hate from my last song
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| Spending days inside my head never lasts long
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| Think of the times when I had none
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| Nah, fuck that, I don’t wanna go back
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| Yeah, the game is a lie, it’s a damn sport
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| I think I am that venomous snake if it’s suits and ties and rat claws
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| Fuck, let me function again
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| Cake to make, I fill the plate with hate
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| And if it’s change, I’ll wait, I got the place invaded
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| Let the space I make create the pain inside faces
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| I’m a bit deranged, I stay inside and rage
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| Keep jabbing, chipping away at the atoms
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| Break patterns, relay states that imagine
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| New candid, I’m still rested in action
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| I won’t ever get arrested or batted
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| Throw fist up like it’s 'bout to hit a chin
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| Got my dogs juiced up, we about to go again
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| In my life, I’m loved, but I won’t ever sink
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| In my life, I’m loved, but I won’t ever sink
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| Throw fist up like it’s 'bout to hit a chin
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| Got my dogs juiced up, we about to go again
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| In my life, I’m loved, but I won’t ever sink, fuck
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| It’s the raw shit
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| Might make you nauseous
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| From my recordings to the mosh pit
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| Leave your boys haunted
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| It’s the raw shit
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| Might make you nauseous
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| From my recordings to the mosh pit
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| Leave your boys haunted
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| Are you awake?
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| You think that I changed
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| You think I’m a snake
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| Well, step back, I might bite ya (eugh!)
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| Poison (Poison, poison, poison)
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| Woo, ha! |
| (Woo, ha, woo, ha, woo, ha) |