Lyrics (By Line)
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Look, I was gonna go easy on you
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Not to hurt your feelings
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But I'm only going to get this one chance
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Something's wrong, I can feel it
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Just a feeling I've got
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Like something's about to happen
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But I don't know what
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If that means, what I think it means, we're in trouble
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Big trouble
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If he is as bananas as you say
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I'm not taking any chances
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You were just what the doctor ordered
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I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God
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Rap God
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All my people from the front to the back nod
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Back nod
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Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box,
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Slap box?
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They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot
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But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes
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I got a laptop in my back pocket
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My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
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Got a fat knot from that rap profit
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Made a living and a killing off it
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Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office
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With Monica Lewinski feeling on his nutsack
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I'm an MC still as honest
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But as rude and as indecent as all hell
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Syllables, skill-a-holic
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(Kill 'em all with)
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This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop
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You don't really wanna get into a pissing match
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With this rappity-rap
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Packing a mack in the back of the Ac
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backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
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and at the exact same time
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I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
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I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table
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Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half
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Only realized it was ironic
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I was signed to Aftermath after the fact
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How could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombs
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Feel my wrath of attack
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Rappers are having a rough time period
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Here's a Maxi-Pad
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It's actually disastrously bad
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For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah
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'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God
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All my people from the front to the back nod
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Now who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box?
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Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard
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Everybody want the key and the secret to rap
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Immortality like I have got
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Well, to be truthful the blueprint's
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Simply rage and youthful exuberance
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Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
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Hit the earth like an asteroid
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and did nothing but shoot for the moon since
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MC's get taken to school with this music
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'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bus the rhyme'
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Now I lead a New School full of students
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Me? Me, I'm a product of Rakim
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Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac, N-W-A., Cube, hey, Doc, Ren
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Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim
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Inspired enough to one day grow up
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Blow up and being in a position
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To meet Run-D.M.C. and induct them
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Into the motherfuckin' Rock n'
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Roll Hall of Fame even though I walk in the church
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And burst in a ball of flames
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Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
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On the wall of shame
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You fags think it's all a game
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'Til I walk a flock of flames
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Off a plank and
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Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
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Little gay looking boy
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So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face looking boy
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You're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering
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And take place looking boy
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Oy vey, that boy's gay
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That's all they say looking boy
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You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
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And a "way to go" from your label every day looking boy
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Hey, looking boy, what d'you say looking boy?
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I get a "hell yeah" from Dre looking boy
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I'mma work for everything I have
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Never asked nobody for shit
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Git out my face looking boy
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Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
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of keeping up with the same pace looking boy, 'cause
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I'm beginning to feel like a Rap God
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All my people from the front to the back nod
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The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar
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Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
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Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard
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So you'll be Thor and I'll be Odin
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You rodent, I'm omnipotent
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Let off then I'm reloading
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Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
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And I should not be woken
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I'm the walking dead
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But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
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But I got your mom deep throating
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I'm out my Ramen Noodle
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We have nothing in common, poodle
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I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself
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In the arm and pay homage, pupil
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It's me
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My honesty's brutal
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But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize
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What I do though for good
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At least once in a while so I wanna make sure
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Somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
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Enough rhymes to
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Maybe try to help get some people through tough times
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But I gotta keep a few punchlines
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Just in case 'cause even you unsigned
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Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
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I know there was a time where once I
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Was king of the underground
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But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
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So I crunch rhymes
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But sometimes when you combine
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Appeal with the skin color of mine
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You get too big and here they come trying to
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Censor you like that one line I said
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On "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP
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One when I tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine
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Put 'em all in a line
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Add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine
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See if I get away with it now
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That I ain't as big as I was, but I'm
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Morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal
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You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though
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And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
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You're pointless as Rapunzel
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With fucking cornrows
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You write normal, fuck being normal
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And I just bought a new ray gun from the future
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Just to come and shoot ya
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Like when Fabulous made Ray J mad
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'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag
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At Mayweather's pad singin' to a man
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While he play piano
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Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special
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On the cable channel
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So Ray J went straight to radio station the very next day
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"Hey, Fab, I'mma kill you"
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Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed,
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Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a human
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What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman
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Innovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is
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Ricochet in off a me and it'll glue to you
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And I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating
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How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
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Never fading, and I know that haters are forever waiting
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For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
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'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
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I make elevating music
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You make elevator music
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"Oh, he's too mainstream."
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Well, that's what they do
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When they get jealous, they confuse it
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"It's not hip hop, it's pop."
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'Cause I found a hella way to fuse it
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With rock, shock rap with Doc
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Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
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I don't know how to make songs like that
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I don't know what words to use
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Let me know when it occurs to you
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While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
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It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
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How many verses I gotta murder to
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Prove that if you were half as nice,
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your songs you could sacrifice virgins to
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School flunky, pill junky
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But look at the accolades these skills brung me
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Full of myself, but still hungry
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I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to
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When I'm a million leagues above you
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Ill when I speak in tongues
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But it's still tongue-and-cheek, fuck you
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I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel
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I'm asleep in the front seat
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Bumping Heavy D and the Boys
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"Still chunky, but funky"
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But in my head there's something
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I can feel tugging and struggling
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Angels fight with devils and
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Here's what they want from me
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They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate
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But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I had
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Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
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And understand the discrimination
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But fuck it
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Life's handing you lemons
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Make lemonade then
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But if I can't batter the women
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How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
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Don't mistake him for Satan
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It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
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And take a vacation to trip a broad
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And make her fall on her face and
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Don't be a retard, be a king?
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Think not
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Why be a king when you can be a God?
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