| Integrity, honor, dignity, and pride
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| With none of the above, how the fuck do you survive?
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| What the fuck do you strive for? |
| On your belly you slide
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| How the fuck do you resist your blissful suicide?
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| Can you look at yourself, or does the fuckin' mirror shatter?
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| What’s it like to be so self-consumed don’t nobody matter?
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| What’s it feel like to have ice cold slush in your veins?
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| A murky, black, rotted heart with demons in your brain
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| You are a sellout, a turncoat, a backstabbin' traitor
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| Ain’t nothin' but the fuckin' down button on your elevator
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| Celebratin' hate, in Hell it ain’t another hater greater
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| Clown your ass down to hell so fast you’re bound to leave a crater
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| Your Riddle Box don’t even feature a question mark
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| No mystery about it, your heart is just extra dark
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| Dirty whore, ain’t worth a penny more than what you
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| So which is worth less, you or a big bucket of bird shit?
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| Always hidin' under a mask, a dingleberry clown
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| Dead to the heart, listen to it, you won’t hear a sound
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| You give a fake name 'cause the real you got snakes in your veins
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| Heard you’re the biggest bullshitter, fakin' playin' games
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| Committin' betrayal, set your brother up and all your pals
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| Strap your body down and through each elbow drive a nail
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| It’s Bedlam, and Yum Yum come for some dumb young’un
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| Stretch her petals some, and here they come, and some come runnin'
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| Let us see your inner being, where’s your true self?
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| Venomous gargoyle, wicked demon knight from Hell
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| except those who knows your evil
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| And you’re sent well, foes and his ordinary people
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| Never meant well, lurkin' the aisles of Home Depot
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| Their intent, kill, but light is the dark sequel
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| Love verse hate, few win, and most fail
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| Beware of lust, love, and betrayal
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| Loyalty is mine, loyalty is divine
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| Loyalty and betrayal, it’s like a stallion to a swine
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| Loyalty and betrayal, it’s like the leader far behind
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| It’s like a colorful scenery, a pitch back blind
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| Angelic or demonic, fuckin' or platonic
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| The livin' or robotic, free and clear or you got it
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| Harmonic and elegant, blissful and melodic
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| Or ear-piercing noise, catastrophically chaotic
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| Loyalty is mine, loyalty is divine
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| Loyalty and betrayal, it’s like a stallion and a swine
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| Loyalty and betrayal, it’s in the leader far behind
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| It’s like a colorful scenery, a pitch back blind
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| Angelic or demonic, fuckin' or platonic
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| The livin' or robotic, free and clear or you got it
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| Harmonic and elegant, blissful and melodic
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| Or ear-piercing noise, catastrophically chaotic
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| Would you fuck a hottie with a anthrax muff?
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| Titty landmines,
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| spit you like it rough
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| And this bitch you gotta tag, so you spit your
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| But then you’re a stiff stuffed in a body bag, zipped shut
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| Woe is you, 'cause a ho is you
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| You got no loyalty, crooked soul in you
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| Holy water gun burnin' holes in you
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| Then the slaughter come, and it smolder you
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| Someone showers you with love for you, they die, and that’s fact
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| But the
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| 's how you pay that ass back
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| You need kicked in your ass crack, smacked, 'cause you’re a sad sack of shit
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| Get bitch slapped sick until your lip’s fat
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| Bitch, get back, I don’t care if your tits fat
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| Heathen hoes skip that, I’m love, can you dig that
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| Blew your wig back, I’m passed on dickin' you down
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| Look like a battle axe gashin' as sick as it sounds
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| So take your hot sacks home, you little hot mess
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| I know that fuckin' neden murky and deep, home to the Loch Ness
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| Monster, Nessie, whole pussy messy
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| From Swamp Thing’s stompings and gangbang rompings
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| , you’re used to skeet on tap
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| But you can speed on before you get peed on and slapped
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| The fuckin' phonie-ass homies, yes-man, and do-bots
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| I’ma drop kick your bitch-ass clean, hide your tube socks
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| You’re sick on the mic stick, but you’re wicked in the soul
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| Alway suckin' the right dick lickin' out toilet bowls
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| If your veins only knew all that
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| you swallow
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| Shit’s backwards, you
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| all hallow
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| Just for Juggalos hoes, 'cause your guts hold extra jism
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| To choke the holes out your neck, you need an exorcism
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| I know who gives a
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| 44 mag
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| Traits of bedlam, for loyalty, pour out a sip of red rum
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| Loyalty is fine, loyalty is divine
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| Loyalty and betrayal, it’s like a stallion and a swine
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| Loyalty and betrayal, it’s like the leader far behind
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| It’s like a colorful scenery, a pitch black blind
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| Angelic or demonic, fuckin' or platonic
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| The livin' or robotic, free and clear or you got it
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| Harmonic and elegant, blissful and melodic
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| Or ear-piercing noise, catastrophically chaotic
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| Loyalty is mine, loyalty is divine
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| Loyalty and betrayal, it’s like a stallion and a swine
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| Loyalty and betrayal, it’s in the leader far behind
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| It’s like a colorful scenery, a pitch black blind
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| Angelic or demonic, fuckin' or platonic
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| The livin' or robotic, free and clear or you got it
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| Harmonic and elegant, blissful and melodic
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| Or ear-piercing noise, catastrophically chaotic |