[Verse 1 - Tech N9ne:]
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I am this way cuz I got up
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And got it when I was the oddest
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To demolish the hottest scholars
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With all of these goddish products
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Call it way polished
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I jot it, dot it
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Then they got it
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Stay modest
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But brought it
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Psychotic thought is raw and sick
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But everybody didn't want to give a nigga time of the day
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Or will I ever reach another when I'm in the grave
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I got to be different to keep up with the pay
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Say, say, say
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What you wonder about Nina?
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The one who is wishing me
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Coming up missing
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That one is a dreamer
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Calling me ugly I laugh
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Because I'm rough as rugby and fast
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Industry's chubby and flab
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You look sick, pudgy and crap
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Now your chick want to hug me and smash
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I look lovely with cash instead of muggy and clash
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You act like we were buddies in class
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Got my painted face
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Ain't it great?
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Really illuminated
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But then it tainted space
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Better to bring it straight then gain it late and aim it fake
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Famous for my brain its fate
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That I strained in fate
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Then I became the great...
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Yates
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[Hook - Tech N9ne:]
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No love or nothing
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Just blood and suffering
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For the ugly duckling
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[x2]
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Trust me
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Trust me
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Nothing
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Trust me
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Trust me
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Nothing
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Is worse than knowing you're beautiful but your treated like and ugly duckling
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[x2]
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[Verse 2 - Acie:]
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Ever since I came out the womb
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And I was birthed to the planet
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It's like the Earth couldn't stand it
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I was just worthless abandoned
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So I write verses and curses
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To try and cope with the damage
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Citizens gave me you cholos are going to feel my curses in Spanish
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I've been in verses then vanished
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I'm not the first to be banished
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But ostracized because I prophesied the churches are scandalous
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See my words are just managed
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Perfectly perched on the canvas
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Painting a picture with scriptures
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With my fellow dirty from Kansas
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So I'm going to spit on the wax
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Drip on the tracks
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And spill out my pain
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Rather than give me a gat
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Empty the mac
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Shatter then spill out my brain
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People are strange
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Verses be spinning
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A dime on the top
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Trying to get all the change
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I have to devise me a plot
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Then gamble the lot
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So I'm stocked to get me some change
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See all the hate that they gave me
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Fueled my passionate speech
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Made me react on the track and start
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Whooping ass on the beat
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So since I'm rude
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I fire noses up like a flu off the grease
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Head in the sky hella flying high
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Like I'm blew off the sweet
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[Hook]
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[Verse 3 - Priceless:]
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It's my goddamn time
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Go ahead shine a light over here on the darkness
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What's you thought?
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What, we gon' play dead
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Roll over and add up losses?
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Damn fools
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Cause no pro band cool
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Politicking with the rules
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Eat fools for the carcass
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Because we back
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Well seems like we leave
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And another leave
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A vegan
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No sausage
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But don't ride dick now
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And act like you like bums lit now
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Keep signing to killers and fat drug dealers
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Is you really the big shit now?
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I gotta spit
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These niggas be weak runnin' 'round like their nuts cut loose
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Can't even shake a nigga hand, gotta dap a nigga up
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Fuck around and touch butt-fuck juice
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Mayday to the payday, they say we stay
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Don't cut the noose
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Yes, off with the heads
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Niggas off to the bed, getting head like Duck, Duck, Goose (Ohhh)
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Technicians form a petition to never ever let it up
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On a rapper that sucks, and these industry fucks
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With the bucks that will make you turn small from a duck
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Crystal Meth, Cocaine, E-Pills with a little weed fill and a lot of free will
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And a couple refills to whenever we steal
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Won't see thrills like these steals on a steap hill
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That's some hot shit
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That's our shit
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One more time, don't ride dick
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Shit, I got us creeping on your level
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Aqualeo, now that's speaking of the devil
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Ugly Duckling
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Tech N9ne |