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(Call your doctor if you have high fever, stiff muscles and confusion) (To address a possible life-threatening condition) (Or if you have uncontrollable muscle movements) (As these can become permanent) (Ay, ay!) (A- A- A-) (Ay!) I'm so sick of everyone in my life If I died tonight, only the Dalai Lama would cry You should bide your time Hoping I fall to the side Saying, "He shone so bright, yeah we was boys pre-hype" Now check it out! My only real friends wear white over the suit and tie Jump off the deep end with a 12-gauge and a .45 Subconscious beat down while I tweak out on the pistol sight You don't need real friends when you're always talking to the sky You got too greedy and took a risk that just wasn't worth it I walk too freely around with tools I stole from a surgeon Better be sure in your assertion to liquidate persons Once I make contact Sign that clean-up contract Nobody can stop it for certain Fatal gravity current Nasal cavity vermin, ah! Gonna consume all of the powder caked on your Burtons Got a little bit of gutter green With a surplus of all-purpose Mr. Clean in my Thermos Fleece all the poppy seeds off your person Never gonna float your boat but I'll burn it Doctor, doctor Gimme the prescription! I'm trying to turn my morals blurry like my vision Fuck the facts, I got fiction in my system Take it over like a riot in a prison Bitch I'm out like my brain's playing taps Fuck a plan, only tactic is I gotta stay intact I- I- I- I'm only half a man left Lizard brain loose And I got seven seconds left 'til that thought loops Someone please explain why living in a van is so appealing to me I got no reason to be sinking in the Dead Sea I got it so easy, so simple Fill my vehicle with piss and needles Pit it out, set it on fire Tenty church and tarpy steeple (Ay, ay!) The freest agent in the West You ain't seen me at my best If you living, it's a test Oh no, I got the generator plugged into my chest Snorting prana through a trash bag Swimming in my nest Lawyer, lawyer Give me the deposition! I'm gonna kick that door in the court and be so suspicious on the floor Why don't I just solve all your cases Spare forensics from the gore? Drank a whole bottle of luminol Following putrification to the source (Work for the firm like Johnnie Cochran) (Oh, yes I do!) Pain pools in every section Pulp of the framed fools Falling like satellites Every person in Gotham spilling their brain jewels Father of five Killed the kids and the love of his life, too
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