| Set to stun!
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| Blood in! |
| Blood out!
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| Wake the fuck up!
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| Get em boys!
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| For every single broken bone I ever suffered,
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| For every cutthroat cunt and gutless motherfucker
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| Want to kick me when I'm down?
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| Want to stomp my head into the ground?
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| You won't knock me off my two feet
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| I'm fuckin' built like an animal!
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| Bad to the bone since the day I was born!
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| But I've got miles and miles
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| to go before I sleep
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| My nose is bleeding, head is spinning
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| I can't fuckin' help from grinning
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| Have I lost or am I winning?
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| Let's settle the score!
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| What are you looking for?
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| Hello, Angel-baby I don't know anymore!
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| I have the story in my head
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| The pen and paper in my hand
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| I cannot seem to see this through from the beginning to the end
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| I suffer writers block and blurry vision
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| as fact begins to blend in with fiction
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| It's hard to tell the difference when my subconscious
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| Cleverly manifests itself into characters such as these
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| I'm a gypsy rebel fighter and I haven't got a soul
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| I've got a pocket full of demons and my fists are made of stone
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| I've got the teeth of a great white
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| And I've worked up quite an appetite
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| For all that mince-meat in between that vertebrae you call a spine
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| I throw a mean left hook
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| that could stop a fuckin' truck!
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| And I've got seven deadly reasons
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| Why you shouldn't push your luck
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| Cause on my "Colors" album I showed you the flags that I was flying
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| But if you listen close enough you could see that I was trying to say
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| On the day I was born
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| They say the heavens wept
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| Cause I was born with a crown of thorns on my head
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| And the hearts of a million men in my chest!
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| I'm unstoppable!
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| Two fingers up and singing fuck the world!
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| Oh yeah, I got my eye on you girl
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| and if I can't have you, nobody will
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| 1! |
| 2! |
| 3! |
| 4!
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| I'm 22 years old and what the fuck do I got to show?
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| I've got the skin on my muscles and the muscles on my bones
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| My bones encase my heart, my heart protects my soul
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| So tell me what the fuck he's got that I don't!?
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| Aside from the slit throat, and the broken neck
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| You're gonna get if you don't start showing me some fucking respect, boy!
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| Keep it together now
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| Deep breath, deep breath
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| Fuck him!
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| And fuck her!
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| And fuck you too!
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| Fuck what you say when it ain't what you do
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| I've served my penance and I've paid my dues
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| Not to suffer motherfuckers and the likes of you
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| I'm gonna break, and when I do
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| I know that I'll just blame you
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| But the truth is that I
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| Am just so sick of my fucking life, I want to die
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| You see I gave her my heart but she gave it back
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| So I took my little baby and I put her in a bag
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| Then I stomped her fuckin head in
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| Till it blended with the floor
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| You'd be surprised how many people shed a tear for a whore like you!
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| And at the funeral I was tearin' up the dance floor
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| Cause they were playing my favorite song!
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| All night long!
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| To my surprise, it was an open-casket
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| But the body in the coffin was mine
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| You see I knew right then
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| This was the fuckin' end
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| I'd clearly lost my fuckin' mind!
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| And the Desperado knew right then
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| That true love, just ain't in the cards for men like him
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| It's a long and lonely road we walk
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| But someone's gotta do it
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| Remember who you are!
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| Hello, Angel-baby I don't know anymore!
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| I have the story in my head
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| The pen and paper in my hand
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| I cannot seem to see this through from the beginning to the end
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| I suffer writers block and blurry vision
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| as fact begins to blend in with fiction
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| It's hard to tell the difference when my subconscious
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| Cleverly manifests itself into characters such as these
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| Batter up! |
| Batter up! |
| Batter on deck!
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| Take the blunt of this bat to the back of her head
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| Three swings, three tries, if by chance she dies
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| First place price is called self-respect
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| You see a whore is nothing more than a gutter with a face
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| The apex of her ethics can be found between her legs
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| So I don't hesitate, no contemplate to send the bitch to hell
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| You think I really give a flying fuck about a jail cell? |
| (Hell naw)
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| My whole life is a prison
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| Yeah I'm alive but that don't mean that I'm living
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| In my chest lies a nest infested with war-monger maggots
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| And the man in the mirror is a self-destructing faggot
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| I ain't fuckin' around this ain't a god damn joke
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| If I don't get this shit out I think I'm gonna fuckin choke!
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| Everybody claims to be hard but they've never felt real pain
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| You see baby real's my middle name!
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| Yeah boy
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| Yeah, I got dreams
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| To be continued |