I'm sick, demented, I came to represent it
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I rose from the grave, I had a close shave
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The cops tried to lock me down 'cause the glock they found was stolen
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That's how I'm rollin', Calvin Klein's no friend of mine
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So I don't like Marky or the monarchy
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Don't start me up like a Rollin' Stone
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I leave you sulkin' on my load like Maculay Culkin in Home Alone
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So get a grip like Stephen Tyler
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I used to trip with the Divine Styler
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Back in the days there were Irish ways
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And Irish laws stand up for the cause
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CHORUS (4x)
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When it's time to rock a funky joint, I'm on point
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When it's time to rock a funky jam, I'm the man
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Well it's the D to the A, double N-Y-B-O
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Y, 'cause I rock shit like Ronnie Dio
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It's a black day of rest quick run get your vest
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I'm down with the Hill 'cause I still got the skill
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To turn the party out it's all about the skyscraper
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Your girl caught the vapors so I might videotape her
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I make a lot of the paper so I don't have to scrape the
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Bottom of the barrel, I rock fly apparel
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Now I could pull your card starting up the Harley Davidson
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I got the gun so the drama you could save it
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Well it's the mad bum rushin', funky with percussion
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From L.A. to Flushing, I get your girlie blushin'
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I'll cutcha' like "The Butcher" but it ain't Joe "The Writer"
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The old rock a loop 'cause I'm super like Schneider
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CHORUS (4x)
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I'm ill, retarded, so don't get me started
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I might lose my cool ya lose if we duel
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'Cause I can stomp a hole in the soul of a monk
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With the rhymes in my head and the beats in my trunk
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I got the skill kid and I'm gonna' milk it
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For all it's worth I'm gettin' mines on earth
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So step to the next head or like Sadat X said
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He's gone, and that's how it's supposed to be
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Don't stand so close to me
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On Point (Lethal Dose Remix)
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House Of Pain |