| We gonna rock the whole crowd
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| Come to your town, Smash the door down
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| Trash the whole room
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| Kick the walls in, night to morning
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| Then we do it again, its adrenaline
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| What we spit, beautiful and grotesque
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| Swim with us in the abyss to the deep depths, take a deep breath
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| Strike your lungs like a deadly pathogen, let the assassins in
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| Loss of oxygen leads to hospitals, loss of optical and audio optional
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| But not optimal, octagonal, box you in stronger than oxen friend
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| Accidents happen I’m a phenomenon
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| Looking at me is like staring at the ring too long, you have seven days
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| Witness one of the greatest efforts we’ve ever made
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| I’m a heavyweight swinging like Butterbean
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| I’m a cut you clean, like a sub machine
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| Gun and run its fun to chase someone in space the shots I pop a top a bass drum
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| You better believe I got a knife up my sleeve
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| Tell your buddies you ain’t leaving 'til you bloody and cleaved
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| Then by the glory of a warriors code
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| I’m a destroyer roll with a Bavarian heart
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| I’m territorial, wish I could look the door
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| Aggressive localism with my dogs of war
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| Small man’s complex you only get torn apart
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| MadChild kinda like Napoleon Bonaparte
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| Fornicate with porn stars, sluts, and strippers
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| But only on the Internet, but what’s the difference?
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| Cause everything’s a memory once it’s done
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| I can be my worst enemy just for fun
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| We urban guerillas, got friends with turbans that’s killers
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| We go from town to town burn and pillage your village
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| I’m merely concealing a weapon kept inside of my brain
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| That’s why I’m insane, desire and pain, fire and rain
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| Sexy beast with an extra piece of ecstasy
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| So this can work effectively
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| Connect with me, we’ll have a chain reaction
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| I’m playing the same game, I’m the main attraction
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| I’m carcinogenic; |
| my chemistry’s a little bit off
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| You tend to be a little bit soft
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| Well I’m off on my tangent, detective agent
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| Lieutenant who’s medicine you left with abrasions
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| Face the day like a vacation chasing
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| Fun, sun, and money then its back to the basement
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| Feels good taking it back to the basics
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| Like when I was hungry run around in my Asics
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| S & M was like the new cool band
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| That everybody be buzzing about at new stands
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| Who’s then, you wanna know, a lose cannon man
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| And it began with the tapes moving hand-in-hand
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| I’m writing under chandeliers
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| Something strange going on like Langoliers
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| This is one of them songs you can bang for years
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| Adrenaline through your heart we smash the unaware |