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Mac Lethal
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Uh
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One two
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(ah, you don't say, that's really interesting)
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(aye aye aye)
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(look) (look)
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When I holler hail Mary miners dive into the lions mouth,
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Pliers on the prying ground are filing the incisors down;
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Grand piano ivory smiling minor keys,
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Harvest moon suspended over lilliputian rivalry,
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Little putrid climbers decent of remove his rubies
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Grouped in layers of bucket brigadiers
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Up the bloody gums in rubber waders,
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Raze the ground and daisy-chain the neighbors till it's safely down,
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Ushered off the acreage of the sacred ground.
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(Breaker, breaker.)
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Leo's got his main and tailing cables
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Tongue a pretty girl cut her butterfly with staplers
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Every hunter want a suviouner
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It's plume of tears and jelly jars
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Switch momentum, with the best of boomers in the repertoire
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To carve initials in the skull of Satan's vessel
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For October's blackest Sunday
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I'm a surgeon with the dremel;
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Woke up with this all I want for Christmas two-one necklaces
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If your weapon's ornamental I am sending messages
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(Heeeey
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Heeeeey heeeey
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Sing my songs all along with me) [x2]
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A-a-a-a a little heart broken but fear not,
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'cause when I'm out of bullets I'll start loading my tear drops,
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I part oceans like I'm part Moses, like,
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We should celebrate this is narcosis night.
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Get a pyramid spike to your lung,
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Got a weird accent:
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They don't like where I'm from.
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You don't like what you hear when my lungs pour ink?
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Then why you looking at me like I drugged your drink?
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Next time you walkin' out the front door think:
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Three or four years ago even thugs wore pink.
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I know you're sensitive,
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Get out your loin cloth;
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I got metal teeth like Roy Hoth;
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I speak pictures, easel in the voice box;
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Don't prick your finger on the needle in the coin slot.
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Whatever the talk:
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The cleverness drops in flurries,
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The pressure will pop me never,
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Will not concern me,
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The lever is locked
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And every single veteran stops
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To find their head in a box
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Chopped topsy-turvy.
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The pistols cocked, the kick, the cost of cursory:
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Shit that's toxic--bitch get off me, hurry!
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(calm down)
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I don't like arrogant rap shit;
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I'll stick to my Podunk town for fried catfish
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Prepped on a good quick fire.
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Now who else wanna ride in the wood chip grinder?
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Mac Leth, Ace Rock, weed smoke;
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Sounds like we 'bout to chew out a dog's throat.
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I don't know how to put this nicer:
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Zee trip cuts like a wood chip grinder.
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Vroom [x3]
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Vroom vroom vroom!
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(hey, have you seen my shoes anyway.
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Where's my shoes
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Ah, fuck it)
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I've got no shoes or socks
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On a dirt road in the boondocks
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The boons or not, the work load will soon stop
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Time's hot, the sun's gone, the moon drops
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We came to drain the batteries in your boom box
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Zoom pop, like first try of course
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I can't be bug yo I saddle up on a horse fly
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Paddle on a river tied a cattle upon a curb side
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Laughed lookin down from my perch born and birdseye
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He's too eager, dull, I'm all evil. even slap the wig off a bald eagle
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Thievein' cat to kill off the crossffed evil
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Perched on the church I sawzall the steeple
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Call all the people; tell em to write home
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The better: the pull the letter right outta the cyclone
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You can grab anyone that you set your sight on
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Just pull out the lighter and let it ignite boom
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(boom)
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(boom boom)
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(boom)
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(sing my song all along with me
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Heeey heey hey)
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(yeeeaaaah)
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(supersoaker 5000)
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Now who pulled the trigger on the watergun pistol (bay)
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A missile in the wind kissed the bullet that missed you (kiss)
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In any kinda lesson that you breathe in my direction will be answered with the crooked grin "setting my saxxon"
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I wreck strong, baby I'm a basket-case, I proudly pray to god daily but I lack the faith.
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And just think, I stagger with a strobe-light glimp, and when I'm packing a cannon how many boats might sink? (kbooom)
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And it's the opposite of smart sex being a dumbfuck? (ar...huh) in that case I'm swingin my womb-broom like nun-chucks (what dog?)
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Dumb-luck stuck I'm beginning to act strange,
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A whip to a gun to make a brother like black rain.
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Pick up the sun in my fist, this. the front is a slit wrist.
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Pick up my own mother calling me a son of a bitch, shit.
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Pissed.
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Who? me. now I learn to shrug it.
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I never grew up I only learned how to act in public.
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BOOM.
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(heeeeey heeey)
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(sing my songz all along with me)
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