(Monoxide)
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We cracked your head in half
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It wasn't funny but we laugh
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Twiztid running this bitch for nine dash
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A car crash is no equivalent
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We far from innocent
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Crossing the valley and we gets ignorant
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Acting belligerent on the daily
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Hoping that somebody can save me
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But I guess I'm dead wrong
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All by myself
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Fuck everyone else I'm in a hole
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And I can't breathe my lungs swole
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Bad dreams when I sleeping
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Everybody constantly creeping
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Feeling so weak and I can't see them
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My conscience keep leaving me
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Falling in and out
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Waking up in puddles of sweat and cotton mouth
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Them down south niggas don't know about this
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And niggas on the westside way to pissed
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Because it's eastside niggas talking hardcore shit
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Enough to get the northside hit
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We legit like a mothafucka
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Chilling with million dollar peoples
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Digging up graves and acting evil
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You looking for the sequel
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More like something close to equal
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You rappers don't even sequel with bitches in Toledo. What?
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(Chorus)
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Die, die
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Die mothafucka, mothafucka
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Die, die
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Die mothafucka, mothafucka
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Die, die
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Die mothafucka, mothafucka
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Die, die
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Die mothafucka, mothafucka
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(Madrox)
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I smoke to many cigarettes and get high to much
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Don't work enough
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Shit is to rough
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I could give a fuck less if the whole world blow up
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Or what gang signs niggas throw up
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I'm to fed up to keep my head up
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So I let it drag
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Can't afford a belt so my pants sag
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Everybody seems to be a fag or a lesbian
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But what the fuck happened is what I'm questioning
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The president is prejudice against you and me
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Then he's taking half our money and he chilling tax free
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And if you ask me that's another smack in the face
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We need to burn the White House and piss in his face
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And every judge should do a minimum of twenty to life
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If they can dish it they can take it, tell me that ain't right?
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And every cop should be beat like Rodney King
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Non stop from the summer till it turn to spring
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Shove a donut in their mouth and a badge in they ass
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Because the pigs don't get no class
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They get their wigs spilt
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(Chrous)
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Die, die
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Die mothafucka, mothafucka
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Die, die
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Die mothafucka, mothafucka
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Die, die
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Die mothafucka, mothafucka
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Die, die
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Die mothafucka, mothafucka
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(Monoxide)
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My life is falling to pieces
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Fuck you I hope you die
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In the casket where I lie
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And burn my body so I wont attract flies
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In my eye's a look of terror, cold as ice
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So what if I slit my wrist once or twice
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(Madrox)
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Now I can split your wig with my aluminum bat
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Or I can blow your eardrums with my brain dead rap
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And you can call it this or that
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But I swing to the other
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Word to the Monoxide Child, my brother
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No other represent this
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Effervescent knowledge for Twiztid education
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I got the lesson
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Bloody text book
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Kill the next motherfucker that look
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And always shaken ya never shooken
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Get your wig spilt bitch and we out (x3)
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Tell these motherfuckers what we talking about
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(Chorus Repeats Till End)
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Die, die
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Die mothafucka, mothafucka
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Die, die
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Die mothafucka, mothafucka
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Die, die
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Die mothafucka, mothafucka
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Die, die
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Die mothafucka, mothafucka
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Wig Split (Jalapeno & Nacho Dip Mix)
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Twiztid |