| But we remain among the misfits
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| Bringing the pain, so you can just get down with us, down with us
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| They call us strange, they call us twiztid
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| But we remain among the misfits
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| Bringing the pain, so you can just get down with us, down with us
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| Woe woe
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| Temporary pain and everlasting images
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| Just like tattoos that cover my appendages
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| Practices and scrimmages
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| Stay sharp rehearsing lines and sentences
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| To kill the man in the mirror my own personal nemesis
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| Pen is out of ink and no paper, now that’s a casualty"
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| I spit dextrose my mouth is full of cavities
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| You minor outta your league, you besta call the cavalry
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| Terrestrial bodies fall Toward the center of gravity
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| Meaning your fall if you battle me, too tight to rattle me
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| Spill ya blood on the canvas and hang it in ya gallery
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| Full of substance so many empty like their calories
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| Allergic to fake bitches the doctor call my allergies and
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| Pencil an appointment accustomed to disappointment
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| We be doing our own thang and gained some new enjoyment
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| It’s a brand new nightmare, bloody and unclear
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| To infinity and beyond roll like Woody and Lightyear
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| You said I put the «I» in evil
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| Well let me put a needle in your eye
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| And call it a peek hole into your mind
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| And I’ve decided to eat ya
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| And I dont give a fuck if you come looking for peace
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| Fam to me we all beefin'
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| And a pair of J’s with a meat cleaver
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| Quick to clear the block with a chalk
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| Call it ya street sweeper fuck a cop
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| He just wanted to kill a creature
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| Who was fuckin his daughter in a pair of some sweet sneakers
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| Tell me, who gives it how you want it when ya need it
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| When the rest of em retreated to pleated and even turned their backs
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| On the people who really needed I’m just stating facts
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| You needa watch the shit you tatt on your back
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| And me and Jamie we ain’t a couple of hacks
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| Roaming the industry lookin' for fat checks
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| We’re the dopest of what we be the wicked abstract
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| And we never going out like that
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| (hell yeah!)
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| They call us strange, they call us twiztid
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| But we remain I’m with the misfits
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| Bringing the pain, so you can just get down with us, down with us
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| They call us strange, they call us twiztid
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| But we remain among the misfits
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| Bringing the pain, so you can just get down with us, down with us
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| Woe woe
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| Better get yo hands together,
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| Grab a chainsaw, axe, whatever
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| It’s show time but I’m much worse than
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| Dexter and Hannibal Lecter
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| Can you handle the pressure
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| When you channel and fester the evil professor
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| Leave you looking like a pez dispenser
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| Tied up in the road with a pentagram in the center
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| Evil lose like the number one contender
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| Say goodbye to your champ as I consume the pretender
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| Brought your butcher knives, axes, and wicked shit
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| We got blood soaked microphones and we won’t quit
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| They want drugs, bitches, and a skull to crush
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| And all of them are down with us
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| We got them knives who love to use
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| Their on each and everyone of you
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| You might even find a gun or two
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| Just know that we do it all for you |