| Yo that shit is dead I heard your birds called the hearse
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| Rolled up in a meat wagon, I was prepared for the worst
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| the pugilist
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| Tune up like a jukebox
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| Terrifyingly unable to withstand creaking under
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| titties are top-heavy
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| to cut him off like a handjob from Edward Scissorhands
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| Once he appeared as if a whirlpool
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| Colder than a dead gynecologist
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| evaporated
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| Atrophy diseminated
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| Pouring gas on yourself, as I held the matches
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| Leaves fall like all of y’all, our shit old
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| Winter’s cold, summers not and you’re not
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| There’s two types of hell
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| Doesn’t mean nothing to me
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| merchandising
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| Be as cool as you can be
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| European exclusivity
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| With a serial killer’s
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| Reactionary
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| rappers will forgive and forget in two months
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| Because they got nothing else to rhyme about
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| The corpse never wanders the door to the store’s closed
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| The corpse never wanders the door to the store’s closed
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| The corpse never wanders the door to the store’s closed
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| The corpse never wanders the door to the store’s closed
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| And it is known by every psychologist that the next step in the progression I’m
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| not going to starve to death! |
| All we’re asking — no one wants to see blood,
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| no one likes the smell of blood, no one wants war, anyone who has been in war
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| doesn’t want war. |
| Everyibe knows what it is to see the inside of a man’s gut
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| hanging out, and see your friends die, see relatives die. |
| No one wants to
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| regress back to the state of mind where you have to think, «it's all for the
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| cause, therefore my mother has to die, my wife has to die, my brothers and
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| sisters have to die.» |
| No one wants that! |
| But you’re pushing us to it.
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| You’re leaving us no choice. |
| We’re asking, we’re begging. |
| The students up at
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| Columbia, they asked. |
| The brothers down south asked. |
| The brothers in Latin
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| America, the brothers in Africa, they’re all asking. |
| Our fathers asked,
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| our grandfathers asked. |
| OK, but we’re 40% of the black population now.
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| We’re not going to take it. |
| We’re not going to take sitting in rotten parks
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| and in places that just aren’t fit for living. |
| We’re not going to take it.
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| There’s a limit to a man’s patience and everyone knows that. |
| What we’re asking
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| for is humanity! |
| We’re asking to be allowed to live like human beings.
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| How can you tell me that it’s too much to ask to be a human being? |