| Lord
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| Look over us
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| Let it be a peaceful journey and not danger
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| In any way
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| Because I don’t like these mother fuckers
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| This whole world is fucked up
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| And I’m a product of this fucked up world
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| I need help!
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| First
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| Let me start this rhyme out with some truth
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| I was shaking and sweating
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| Like colin farrel in the phone booth
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| Visions inhale like off my brains like flames
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| That constricts like chains
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| All comes together like cross the veins
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| So tell me what the fuck is wrong with me
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| Even groupie bitches never get involved with me
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| Cause I (why?)
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| Hear voices
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| I make murderous choices
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| Stare at their crotches
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| While I mumble strange noises
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| Fuck it
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| I guess it really doesn’t matter
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| Not here to impress
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| I’m just infecting to make they brains splatter
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| I shovel two garbage bags in a shallow grave
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| I speak in tongues
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| Then cut my face every time I shave
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| A ritual habitual so peep the principles
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| Deadly syllables put in three second intervals
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| A mind that’s fucked up
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| So suspect
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| So criminal
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| Put you in the ground with the phosphates and minerals
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| These boys really need some help (this is true…)
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| Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too…)
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| Scatter brained they may seem (somebody…)
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| Come wake them from this dream (they need some help…)
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| I’m the pinnacle of strangeness
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| I peel away the paint an flesh
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| Till I’m faceless
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| Unnecessary anguish
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| Nothing but a voice now
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| Bleedin' on the track
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| With the beleif
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| That if it’s dead
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| It can come back
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| I ate my soul
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| I swallowed it whole
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| And stitched up my torso
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| With a handful of staples
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| The walking dead
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| Deaf — dumb — and blind
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| Stab both of my eyes
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| But I can see you in my mind
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| I tried pills
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| Jumping off of window sills
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| But nothing could fulfill my thrill
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| To just kill myself
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| I won’t lie
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| I really need a lot of help
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| I won’t die
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| But I really like to try like hell
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| But now I found a group of people just like me
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| Tech N9ne Prozak Kaliko
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| All strange
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| See no secret that I do weird shit
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| I take a hooker and I make her my bitch
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| And mouth-kiss her in the mosh pit
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| These boys really need some help (this is true…)
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| Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too…)
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| Scatter brained they may seem (somebody…)
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| (tech n9ne!)
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| Come wake them from this dream (they need some help…)
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| Look at me close
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| Homie my arms
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| They liberate me
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| Crazy baby
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| Yo why did thou create me?
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| I’m a (what?) little to the left
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| I am the incredible hetero devil
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| Your mother and your chick lookin' edible
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| (huh?)
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| That is always on my mind
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| (what — fuck — yeah yeah — fuck)
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| If you in my way you gettin' bucked
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| (yeah yeah — bucked)
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| And I don’t mean bucked from a horse
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| Seven twenty-nine
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| Lifting nigga’s up but of course
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| Sick in the cerebellum
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| Nigga yo chick gimme cerebellum
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| He trip then you better tell him
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| I mash it
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| Blasted at last
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| He gon' get his ass kicked
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| (yeah)
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| Really fast quick
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| (yeah yeah)
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| Get his ass kick
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| I’m on a dead man project with prozak
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| At yo doormat
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| Don’t treat a killa like cojack (bitch)
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| Some time I feel the need to bleed myself
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| Liberate me lord because I need help
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| These boys really need some help (this is true…)
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| Cause they want to hurt themselves (or you too…)
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| Scatter brained they may seem (somebody…)
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| Come wake them from this dream (they need some help…) |