| This is Dagger Mouth. |
| Swollen Members
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| This is Mad Child
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| We’re stripping it down. |
| Going back to basics
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| We’re keeping it classic now, fuck all that bullshit
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| Real hip-hop. |
| It’s 12:30 AM
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| I’m drinking Red Bull right now
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| That’s how we do it
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| Yo I’m losing my mind, spinning out of control
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| People think that I’m an animal as far as it go
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| Used to be the fucking star of the show
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| 20, 000 getting crazier the harder we go
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| With my partner Peter Parker I was jumping like a trampoline
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| Web spinning Spiderman swinging from the scaffolding
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| Ain’t no feeling like stage diving
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| Jumping over barricades, mad human hurricane
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| Beats by Viking, go, greased lightning
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| Life’s so frightening, there’s no rewriting it
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| And I’m insane and my name’s Shane
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| And I like pills and doing cocaine
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| Shane found new friends and filled this anguish
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| Shane gotta find another way to deal with pain
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| Shane gotta find another way to deal with shame
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| Shane gotta find another way to deal with Shane
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| Hey, yo-
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| Crowd surfing, stage diving
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| Life’s perfect, keep thriving
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| Sick serpents in my circus
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| Keep feeding 'til I’m worthless
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| Now I’m nervous, hand shaking
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| Sense fakeness, my heart’s breaking
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| Tense faking, can’t take it
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| It’s too late, you met Satan
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| You make friends with the Devil
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| You have fun with the Devil
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| You make vows with the Devil
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| Now who you think gonna win?
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| You make love to the Devil
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| You have fun with the Devil
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| You win fights with the Devil
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| You get right with the Devil
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| Now who you think gonna win?
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| Hey yo mic like a megaphone, live from the danger zone
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| Overdrive saber-tooth tiger writing crazy poems
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| Plated chrome Shure 57s, no cords
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| Sky dive and record, record and then win an award
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| Man overboard, the water is cold and filled with predators
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| Who outcasted both of my team just like a Senator
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| Competitors I’m chopping up their heads like some lettuces
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| Iceberg words Judge Dredd death sentences
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| Partner is a venomous Dennis the Menace
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| Nemesis running for shelter, Sharon Tate, Helter Skelter
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| Delta force airfoce four course live show
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| Bring your appetite cause we can feed you till you’re full
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| Pull people from the floor to the stage beside us
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| Once a spectator now a top rated stage diver
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| On a combat cause a highly trained cage fighter
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| Space face, Silver Surfer, Peter Parker, black spider, yeah
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| Crowd surfing, freestyling
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| Loud music, keep driving
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| Short circuit, we overworked it
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| Keep speeding, the road is perfect
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| Now I’m swerving, hands shaking
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| Sense danger, my heart’s racing
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| Engine breaking, I can’t take it
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| It’s too late, you met Satan
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| You make friends with the Devil
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| You have fun with the Devil
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| You make vows with the Devil
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| Now who you think gonna win?
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| You make love to the Devil
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| You have fun with the Devil
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| You win fights with the Devil
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| You get right with the Devil
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| Now who you think gonna win?
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| I can hear the crowd screaming, green eyes gleaming
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| Staring at the corner at a winged horned demon
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| He look angry, energy is gnarly
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| Smoke coming out of his nose he start snarling
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| Everything was peace Bob Marley
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| He’s on his sixteenth can, hops and barley
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| Cops make it quite clear they don’t like him
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| Try to instil fear, I’m not frightened
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| That’s a bad look, the wrong angle
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| My ego’s outta control, you’ll get mangled
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| That’s the trap that he wants me in
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| That’s the trap and he’ll feed from my greed and sin
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| Nobody’s going to back me into a corner, man
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| I’ll pick my own fucking lawyers
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| I’ll pick my own manager
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| I’ll pick my own fucking friends, man
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| I got a problem with authority
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| Nobody tells me what to do
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| Watch me fuck my whole fucking life up |