| I’m a chainsaw soldier
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| Wit' insane ideas like fuckin' dead chicks and takin' the world over
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| And the way I feel is you lose when you don’t try
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| Ain’t no such thing as a win cause in the end we all die
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| So when I’m shootin' up my sound
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| I’m tryna put the moon and the stars in a plant box
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| Representin' everybody standin' beside us
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| And everybody else just bein' vaginas! |
| (Pussies!)
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| I’m timeless, chainsmokin'
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| And leavin' the world spineless, I ain’t jokin'!
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| Given a moment of silence, I’ll stay in focus
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| It’ll come down to violence, is what I’m hopin'
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| And to most of y’all I’m just too hard to see
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| Like I’m flickin' cigarettes in your E.Y.E.'s
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| I wanna make 'em all burn if they hotbox wit' me
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| But my concern right now is makin' history
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| This is for the freak shows, this is for the killas
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| Middle fingers up to people that don’t get us
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| This is for the graveyard, this is for the dead
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| Everybody else can go to hell instead
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| I rep that wicked shit 'til the day that I die
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| It’s a worldwide homicide!
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| If you down wit' Twiztid, then let’s begin
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| Our journey to the darker side
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| Bow down to the wicked, and put that swag shit and in a backpack
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| Get it a bus ticket to somewhere in Baghdad
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| I can’t fuck wit' it and I’m not mad
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| Sheep so enamored with the «Flav of the week» fad
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| Right now wit' skinny jeans and weak raps
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| Rehab stats, I’m the reason you relapse, perhaps?
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| I’ve been waitin' for them gangstas to come back
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| But all they worried about is a price tag and Maybachs
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| Broken and bruised from battlin' with the best, I
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| Represent almost everything they detest by
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| Bein' a painted freak and beatin' on my chest, my
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| Hit a razorback, goin' bananas watchin' shit fly
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| I’m a Freek show! |
| So, I Won’t Die
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| And I’s an abomination, it’s the story of my life
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| Why is it desperation that’s always gettin' me by?
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| Wit' a hatred like mine, it’s unbearable to describe
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| I wipe my mouth with toilet paper because I’m spitttin' the shit
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| And flippin' it up just like a gymnast, cartwheelin' on all opponents
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| Dunkin' it like a donut, glazed wit' them powdered lips
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| Chap stick, pucker it up and givin' our ass a kiss
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| We addictive they call us crack and place it up on the fact
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| That we rappin' around the dome like original snap-backs
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| And ball caps, ball sacs hurt from gettin' bruised
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| Strokin' our ego’s like some dicks and expect 'em not to explode!
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| I’m in the zone! |
| Wouldn’t touch me wit' a ten foot pole
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| I’m radioactive and the chemo is makin' my soul glow
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| Watch me float, I’m levitatin' and carvin' a headstone
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| If you even cross us once I’ll back at you like tenfold
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| I’m a Scorpio, terrestrial, arachnid
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| I’m poison in the saliva glands, diagnosin' me with the cat scans
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| I’m batman, I’m better than that, man
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| No multiple man, stretchin' limitations just like some rubber bands!
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| Bow down to the wicked…
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| Bow down to the wicked… |