| YOU BACKTHEFUCKUP!
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| Cause I’ve had enough
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| They put the evil in chains and handcuffs
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| They hope that people will change and have love
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| They hope the weak will rise and stand tough
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| I DON’T KNOW IF I CAN
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| Maybe it’s just an experiment from the scientist
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| Maybe the reason that most of the people are buyin this
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| They’re all in search of solution, that’s why they tryin this
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| I’m beside myself and I don’t understand
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| I need some time to breathe and
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| Wake up from my master plan
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| I don’t fit in but I’m sure in no time I’ll be on your shit list
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| then you’ll.
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| WELCOME HOME!
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| When you come down.
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| WELCOME HOME!
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| Come here with me.
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| WELCOME HOME!
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| When you come down.
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| WELCOME HOME! |
| HOME! |
| HOME!
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| Come here with me.
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| WELCOME HOME!
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| When you come down.
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| WELCOME HOME!
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| Come here with me.
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| WELCOME HOME!
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| When you come down.
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| WELCOME HOME! |
| HOME! |
| HOME! |
| HOME! |
| HOME!
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| Sick games with sick ways to play though
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| Don’t say no names or get smushed out like play-doh
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| They put my name, stature in limbo
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| then it all pops like a sawed of gage (oh!)
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| Shoot the place, nobody is givin a fuck
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| Street teams and big trucks, and driveways stuck
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| With no bucks and you can chalk it up to bad luck
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| But on the real muthafucka, your music just sucks
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| I’m a quicka eater like a ego
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| and choke your fuckin neck till you’re beggin me to let go everybody warned you, I know because you said so but now you makin t-shirts in your basement, stealin my instrumentals
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| Monumental and detrimental
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| the one that that make me wanna slit you
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| I’m holdin my son, holdin the gun, holdin it down, holdin the sound
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| Forever I’m underground, so hear me now
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| When you come down.
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| WELCOME HOME!
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| Come here with me.
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| WELCOME HOME!
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| When you come down.
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| WELCOME HOME! |
| HOME! |
| HOME!
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| Come here with me.
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| WELCOME HOME!
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| I’m beside myself
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| WELCOME HOME!
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| and I don’t understand
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| WELCOME HOME!
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| I need some time to breathe and
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| WELCOME HOME! |
| HOME! |
| HOME! |
| HOME! |
| HOME!
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| Bitches are nervous cuz we got up on the pigs
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| So they sickin to hide and try to thicken they clip
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| I got a clip for the whole squad
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| and if we get to shootin them termin ninjas is screamin out «oh my god»
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| Help me lord, been irritated and imitated
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| and even hated for the fact that my face is painted
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| Maybe it’s prejudice, I realize and recognize the fact
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| The envisionist company, they gon turn it white and black
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| Writin bars like the others, don’t matter color or creed
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| When they say with animosity
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| No undisputed enemies appalled
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| Y’all dicks got no balls, because the real biggest mob of them all is city hall
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| We the product of environment, ghetto till we finish
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| Till the day that we retire and close out for business
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| I know you feelin this, you wellin up inside
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| But the clip in ya heata, pull the trigga, and let’s ride
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| WELCOME HOME!
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| I’m beside myself
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| WELCOME HOME!
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| and I don’t understand
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| WELCOME HOME!
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| I need some time to breathe and
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| WELCOME HOME! |
| HOME! |
| HOME!
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| Come here with me.
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| WELCOME HOME!
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| I don’t fit in WELCOME HOME!
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| But I’m sure in no time
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| WELCOME HOME!
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| I’ll be on your shit list
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| WELCOME HOME! |
| HOME! |
| HOME! |
| HOME! |
| HOME! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Welcome Home , by - Twiztid. Song from the album Independence Day, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп