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Hcm nem nem nem nem nem nem nem nem nem... nem nem Hcm nem nem nem nem nem nem
nesh...nesh..nesh nesh Translate so you can so you if you don't like my shif Cause I was high when I
wrote this so my sick ha ha Two pills I pop, 'til my pupils swell up like two pennies
I'm Clint Eastwood in his mid-twenties
A young as man with a trash can strapped to the back of his as
So the rats can't chew through his last pants
I'm like a mummy at night, fightin' with bright lightning
Frightened with five little white Vicadin pills bitin' him
I'm like a what hell' wasp in the hospital lost
Stingin' the what hell outta everything I come across in the halls
I light a candle and place it up on the mantle
Grab a up at the blade and stab you with the up' handle
So when you find yourself wrapped up in the blinds, hurtin'
wake up
'Cause once you're hung from the drapes, it's curtains To say what I like, and walk around flippin' the bird
Livin' the urban life, like a white kid from the burbs
Dreaming at night of screaming at rember mom, scheming to
leave
Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me
I just want you all to notice me and people to see
That somewhere deep down there's a decent human being in me
It just can't be found, so the reason now where here's you've
been seeing this me
Is 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean
So when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV
Or heard the CD using the "fag" word so freely
It's just me being me, here want me to tone it down
"So my what hell, you faggot", you happy now? So you can so my sick if you don't like my shif Cause I was high when I wrote this, so my sick Cause I
don't give a up if you don't like my shif Cause I was high when I wrote this, so my sick Aww naww, big Slim Dog, eighty pound balls, sick six inch long
Back up in the heezy, baby, he's Kouame
He's so crazy
Gimme the mic, let me recite 'till Timothy White
Pickets outside the Interscope offices every night
What if he's right, I'm just a criminal
Making a living off of the world's misery All Rap see Christopher DJ Record Record What in
the world gives me
the right
To say what I like, and walk around flippin' the bird
Livin' the urban life, like a white kid from the burbs
Dreaming at night of screaming at mom, scheming to leave
Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me
I just want you all to notice me and people to see
That somewhere deep down there's a decent human being in me
It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me
Is 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean
So when you see me, dressin' up like a nerd on TV
Or heard the CD using the "fag" word so freely
It's just me being me, here want me to tone it down
"Why Trun, you faggot", you happy now How many say listen my there sick
Everyday song to Make Say to make my we mind Where we is I'm the Head say But how many In
Charge, I'm watching you move Boys & Girls There
You're found dead in your
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