| Are you selling out or buying in? |
| With the devil right beside them |
| Are you selling out or buying in? |
| Another angel beside them |
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| How can I come up when I feel like my soul's a million pounds? |
| Shackled at the ankle to the depths of underground |
| I've been on a mission, fuck you, watch you tear it down |
| Scream until they listen to the vision, shit is compound |
| Finding the good and the evil in the Twiztid sound |
| Keep trying to strike the world from the pitcher's mound |
| Fuck you with them ends, we gon' never turn it down |
| Stay a part of our business or we gon' throw down |
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| Attack a stage like an animal |
| Full of rage, fuck an antidote |
| I'll eat your face like a cannibal |
| Everything you do is laughable |
| If shitty was a state you'd be the capital |
| There's nothing about me and being normal that's compatible |
| So welcome everybody to look inside of my rabbit hole |
| Feel like my sanity's on sabbatical |
| Everything I see is so mechanical |
| But really it don't seem to fucking matter though |
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| Back up, give me some space |
| I don't need you in my face (fed up!) |
| Outraged, open up the cage |
| Back up, give me some space |
| I don't need you in my face (fed up!) |
| Pissed off and I'm beaten down |
| Welcome to the underground |
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| Are you selling out or buying in? |
| With the devil right beside them |
| Are you selling out or buying in? |
| Another angel beside them |
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| I go 100 miles an hour to get away from the average |
| No apologies for bringing the damage |
| It's all impending, like a seed in my salad |
| I'm never bringing a ballad |
| I got 'em feeling the panic, because the freak that used to be in the attic |
| It's what they all wanna be, but they're plastic |
| Everyones afraid to separate from the traffic |
| But no, not me, I'd rather live in casket |
| Than being like he, who does just what they're asking |
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| Fuck it, let 'em label me a villain |
| 'Cause I cut 'em like the tracks that we're killing |
| Now they on the level, turn a hundreds into millions |
| Wine into water, clear vision |
| Exit is the only option of decision |
| Face first, watch 'em swan dive in collision |
| Punch you in the fucking mind's eye, mind your business |
| Either leave you dead or a witness with the quickness |
| Come and get it |
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| Back up, give me some space |
| I don't need you in my face (fed up!) |
| Outraged, open up the cage |
| Back up, give me some space |
| I don't need you in my face (fed up!) |
| Pissed off and I'm beaten down |
| Welcome to the underground |
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| Feeling like I'm living in a movie |
| All these people say they do, but never really fucking knew me |
| Spread rumors like it's true, a couple even tried to sue me |
| In the end they all lose |
| I'm the fucking living proof I'm so beyond you disapproving |
| And there's nothing you can do, 'cause you're too busy fucking losing |
| I ain't never rear viewing, I don't give a fuck what none of y'all are doing |
| Most of y'all are just biting while I'm at the table chewing like "ugh!" |
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| I know disrespect |
| You can bet that nobody cares like you expect |
| I'm another lost cause looking to connect |
| For a chance to emote for a sickening effect |
| Everything I touch, bring it back, ressurect |
| Like we coming full circle |
| What an odd retrospect |
| Let it run it's course |
| Give it time to take effect |
| Until you tell me that you're with the image that you reflect |
| Look at me now |
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