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Correct Methods 'n Test Tubes
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What's up everybody, can I come in? Why, thank you, sure is good to see you here. Check it out. My life in general is just a joke But it's simple, cracka, broke Everyone of these stupid fucking lyrics I wrote In my notebook, put a gun to my head, that's all folks Look, that's all it took, easy as pie American dream, take a slice, Americans lie Americans die every day, American mothers askin American God, why? American lo-fi Gimme a high five And it ain't easy to make change so I don't try Home aint the same since I left so the death I Gotta maintain a constant push I live inside the outside In through the out door I find I get by Whatever works hurts but still with best time left I spit with acid breath You muthafuckas best check who you laughin' with Me, I'm a little bit different than you Test tubes, methods that I was conceived through Kill off your one time self for better or worse Designed to hate, born to lose Me, I'm a little bit different than you Test tubes, methods that I was conceived through Kill off your one time self for better or worse Designed to hate, born to lose Now don't expect any respect unless you willin to accept The simple fact you inept, you lack depth Your lyrics are rated from whack to whackest The blacklist: your whole record Run and practice and hone you craft Cause as far as I'm concerned, you gonna need skills to pass You're an asshole Pissin on your headphones Shittin on your ball Grab your mic, c'mon lets go uh Battle to rattle your nerves and shatter your fuckin skull My mother told me not to make fun of the slow But I can't stop until I'm done I can't never escape the city I come from See dum dum, someone once told me that I was sent here to planet earth To claim as my turf And stick a flag in the dirt Just one of the many perks you can use when you outta this world And trouble stirs now Me, I'm a little bit different than you Test tubes, methods that I was conceived through Kill off your one time self for better or worse Designed to hate, born to lose Me, I'm a little bit different than you Test tubes, methods that I was conceived through Kill off your one time self for better or worse Designed to hate, born to lose Now when you flirt with the deconstruction Your whole function'll shut down Endzone, touchdown, endgame, game over Rollover, no more a' you Pistol holder should pull the pistol of who's controllin you Methods and lessons intertwined in my sentences Lettin this ugly head right here behind all the messages To all my successors, excess it cuts like scissors But all the greatest in life since I wish you all the best wishes Computer gliches in stiches for shit about Money and bitches Hugs and kisses from my friends momma's who are gonna miss him Listen the dead have risen this cat-aclysm is cataclysmic Apocalyptic cryptic the way I grab my mic and rip it And stick it right up your septic and let it fuckin fester And eat away at your heartbeat and never regret it I've been cornfed, I'm born and bred For the revolution ahead And I won't stop till I'm dead (mutha) Me, I'm a little bit different than you Test tubes, methods that I was conceived through Kill off your one time self for better or worse Designed to hate, born to lose Me, I'm a little bit different than you Test tubes, methods that I was conceived through Kill off your one time self for better or worse Designed to hate, born to lose
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