| It won’t stop till my heart beat expires
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| And then I keep it going till the underground retires
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| We keep it darker then a vampire
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| With your body in my trunk, with my bumps and my spare tire
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| M-O-N-O-X-I-D-E, when a disaster strikes, it looks just like me A wild germ set loose, I’m abused by most
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| I’m a plague that will wipe out most of the east coast
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| Come with me, run with me, try to escape
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| We love, not hate, now can you relate?
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| Burning me inside, with the pain of never knowing
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| Can’t explain why the rain don’t change, it keeps glowing
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| I’m a lighting rod
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| Rocking the dead, a little bit frightening and odd
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| But I never forget, because you know
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| It be the all doing, all seeing, all knowing
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| Chainsaw, baseball bat, and axe toting
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| Eastside!, white trash with tattoos
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| This is how the fuck we live!
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| This is what the fuck we do!
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| Twiztid in this bitch, double 0-tre
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| And we crush any nemesis
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| Jamie Madrox, got shaped like a jellyfish (Like a succubas)
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| Brain of a scientist *Gibberish*
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| I’m the adbomible beast from the east
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| I’m the walker of the dimension X, in search of inner peace
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| I’m everywhere and nowhere at the same time
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| Scales of the book, a savior of mine, remains mummified inside
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| Inside, where all the negativity goes
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| Sprayed down with herbicide so love will never grow in this host
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| And I’m changing forms Scared to death to come in view of great thunderstorms
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| It hurts far worse, lighting never strikes in the same place twice
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| You gotta be precise
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| To exist in the midst of the don’t say shit
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| To the maniacs with eyes in the back of they heads
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| Hostile… slapping a chicken head And our styles evadable no matter what you
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| said
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| Is you stupid? |
| You need to clean your earholes
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| Smash on a clown no matter how many zeros
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| These superheros don’t ride brooms
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| Smoke mary jane, and leave the club with some mushrooms
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| I don’t need no X to fly high, who’s the next to die?
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| I’m already high and trying to stay high
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| Now everybody blaze a bag of weed and relax
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| And live your life through the underground with the maniac
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| Why they saying that? |
| Just because of my tat? |
| Because I’m white and spitting a rap?
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| Is it cause I keep coming with an axe and an x in the middle of my head?
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| And I wish I was dead?
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| The only thing I wanted instead was to be left alone
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| And stay the fuck out of my zone
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| So come and get me |