[ Featuring TeeJay Small ]
(Who are you? What-)
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(Who-... Where are you taking me?)
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(Let go of me)
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(AGH)
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I'm speeding in the left lane
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When I collide into the fence of a fancy estate
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I keep glass from the windshield from severing my organs
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With a shitty chest plate made of a best mate's
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Support to be the death sentence of a copy 'n paste
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Artist wishing to get in on the bread bake
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Knowing the room is hotter than they can take
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Let's make the assumption they were in it for the music rather than a sex break
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Then take the events that follow them and leave them looking like their in a dead state
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Is it really a coincidence they rap about the excess like it's in their pen's ink?
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Let's think
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I bet they expect to inspect breasts and inject dread if they said they did
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Already in a track about the fifty stacks that were printed back
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In a mini shack out in Trinidad
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Take your shitty raps and put them in a sack
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Man, the filth is back to syringe your crap like it's dizzy snatch making the omies mad
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Even I don't have the magic Bowie had
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But I act as if I did on all these tracks
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The man was a legend for standing out
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Musically and fashionably, he aired it out
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Most of the others were too bland to care about
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It seems so similar to what you're making now
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What makes you deserve a seat at the table now?
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Is it the the actions that you seem to rave about?
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Is that the reason you deserve the steak and trout
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We make without having to shell the basics out?
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Huh?
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(Where the f*ck are you taking me? Who the hell are you? What-)
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(Wait...No... TeeJay Small...)
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Contrarian, barbarian, bars really hit
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Our targets flailing and scarred
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Hard like a Targaryen
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Paul Bearers are witnesses to our damages
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Tarred canvases, and SARS carrying, and scar tearing hits, and far advanced with tech
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With all these hands to catch like Jason Varitek
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In a chamber with, SARS searing in
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Agent orange piercing skin, horror appears again
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It's an awful sense of fear you have, and there you have it
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All year again
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Our experiences haven't been so cheery yet this year I guess
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On the contrary it's
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A quick decent to wits at end as this demented experiment begins
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Assistant can you hand me this elixir and the scissors and the Mr. Whiskers Teddy bear again?
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He can squeeze it while he's screaming and he's bleeding, and he's seizing
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During this cesarean
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Section excavation session in the basement
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Wait a second, what's in here again?
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Let's take intestines and replace them with a snake and taper off the end
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And tape the gaping scrapes together
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There it is
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Start standing, get
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Bitch I said to stand again
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Oh, he's panicking
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Shit, he f*cking died
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Yet another failed attempt
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Toss him on the pile where the other failures sit
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God damn it, shit
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What a waste of skin
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Now I need a new subject again
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Who do you recommend?
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I'd be remiss if not to recompense
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Yeah, send him in
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(Listen TeeJay, why the f*ck are you doing this?)
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(What is that? Is that where you're bringing me?)
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(Why? You're going to lock me in here?)
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(I won't go so lightly... AGH)
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(Let go of me! Let me out of this f*cking box)
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(Don't leave me here. Don't f*cking leave me here)
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(No, no, no, no, no, NO)
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(Where did the door go?)
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