| If you listen to me then you know my father was G*
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| And the apple don’t fall too far from the tree
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| Me and you is different as we could possibly be
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| Me and you is just different philosophically
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| I don’t think it’s anybody as obnoxious as me
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| I don’t think that anybody else could parted the sea
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| I don’t think that you wanna discuss the horror with me
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| If I was you I’d move a little bit more farther from me
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| It ain’t nobody living more of a sergeant than me
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| It ain’t nobody alive more of a prophet than me
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| It ain’t nobody living possibly rocking with me
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| On the stage, in the studio, or boxing with me
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| Every second I’m awake there is a toxin in me
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| Anti-depressants, Suboxone, Oxycontin in me
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| Only a stupid motherfucker have a problem with me
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| Cause he don’t know I got the fucking problem-solver with me
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| I was washed in the blood of the lamb
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| Whoever touches my hand gonna leave enough blood in the sand
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| I was washed in the blood of the lamb
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| Whoever fuck with my fam suffering, a motherfucker should scram
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| I was washed in the blood of the lamb
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| Whoever touches my hand gonna leave enough blood in the sand
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| I was washed in the blood of the lamb
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| Whoever fuck with my fam suffering, a motherfucker should scram
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| I slaughter anything I get my hands on
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| Inside the Church of Anton with bloody pants on
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| I was in the land of Israel and heard ram’s horn
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| I was in the sand with Ishmael and fought the sandstorm
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| I’m just waiting for the raven to thaw
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| Cause I don’t argue with Mesopotamian law
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| I submit my will and faith into the grace of Allah
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| And the Mayan calendar say it’s erasing us all
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| The four-fifth you should see this thing, it’s berserk
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| And y’all are royalty inside a fucking kingdom of dirt
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| How are y’all original when y’all ain’t think of it first?
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| I just wish I could put everything I think into verse
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| But instead I decide to drink in a Russian bar
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| I’m Rasputin, I’m influencing a Russian Tsar
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| I’m Dave Lombardo on drums, leave the percussion scarred
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| I drink the bottle to the bottom, put my trust in God |