| I can walk on water and freeze it on step one
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| And then I’ll stick my finger in it and melt it like it was hot sun
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| (Jamie Madrox)
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| Well I can turn your adam’s apple into apple juice
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| Start to strangle mothafuckas till their face turn blue
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| (Monoxide Child)
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| I can be the world’s greatest serial killer of all time
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| And I’ll end your fucking life at the drop of a dime
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| (Jamie Madrox)
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| I can float above the clouds, way up in the sky
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| And it’s my choice if I live or die
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| (Monoxide Child)
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| Or I can be the strange pizza man that always knocks twice
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| And when you open up your door I give your mothafucking neck a slice
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| (Jamie Madrox)
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| I can take a million dollars and just throw it away
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| Cause it’ll never replace a single ounce of my sanity
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| (Monoxide Child)
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| I can be the last angel standing on top of the hill
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| Or the green demon waiting on your window sill
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| (Jamie Madrox)
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| And I can become an icon for the oppressed
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| Cause their hearts still beating in their unforgiven chest
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| You Don’t wanna be like (Me)
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| Don’t wanna be like
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| You Don’t Wanna be like (Me)
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| Don’t wanna be like
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| And this is the mind of a serial killa
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| (Jamie Madrox)
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| I can buy a shotgun from Target with attempts to set it off
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| I can load that bitch in the parking lot and shoot that shit off
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| (Monoxide Child)
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| And I can be the book of the dead, a vampire or a demon
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| But either way your fucked, cause when I leave your not breathing
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| (Jamie Madrox)
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| Well I can part the sea with the wand of a wizard
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| And turn a hot day into a windy blizzard
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| (Monoxide Child)
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| I can be an axe in the backs of people who wanna trash talk
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| And leave your body slaughtered all over your momma’s sidewalk
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| (Jamie Madrox)
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| I can disappear into the air like a phantom in the night
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| And I can die if I’m exposed to excessive sunlight
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| (Monoxide Child)
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| And I can show you how to dig a bitches grave in less then 20 seconds
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| And I’ll shove that bitch in there and let her family get to guessing
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| (Jamie Madrox)
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| I can grab you out of your world and show you horrible things
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| And I can show you the terror that curiosity brings
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| (Monoxide Child)
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| And I can be the last straw, that puts you over the edge
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| And leaves eleven at your work place dead
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| You Don’t wanna be like (Me)
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| Don’t wanna be like
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| You Don’t Wanna be like (Me)
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| Don’t wanna be like
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| And this is the mind of a serial killa
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| You
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| Me
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| You
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| And this is the mind of a serial killa
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| You
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| Me
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| You
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| And this is the mind… |