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    Do that shit, do that shit, do it
    Everlast]
    Here's a little story that must be told
    About a crew that'll fuck around and kill your soul
    1: Ill bill]
    Fourteen carat junkie mouth
    Forty-deuce let the monkey out
    Flying guillotines drunk and loud, buck em down
    Too powerful for these cowards who
    Rely on power tools like smart cards for buying food
    You liars is soft, I'm like that mit professor that got caught
    The unabomber right before he first popped off
    I'll bill, this is for the glowing eye on the pyramid
    For the cinnamon we copped from them dominicans
    It's him again, the broken 380 that popped twice then jammed
    The boom [?] right cop twice then scram
    We the lost children of the babylonian emperor
    Sent to war, saw decapitated heads galore
    Wore the skin of polar bears and great white sharks
    And murdered those that sit around complain about "ain't life hard?"
    We the most despicable, your head is so kickable
    Let the pistol shoot splattering all of you little dudes
    Listen goons

    2: Slaine]
    Yeah, I got these voices in my head, I'm trapped and I can't escape them
    My sanity's a body of water whose dam is breaking
    Reanimating my hatred, I'm standing holding cannons
    Waiting to withdraw an alcoholic and his fucking hands are shaking
    Signs and symptoms, hallucinations, delusions
    Intrusions of gruesome faces, I'm disillusioned and losing my grip
    In between every cocaine drip saying, "do that shit, do that shit, do it."
    I'm a timebomb ticking, ticking, ticking you can hear it tick
    I don't need a therapist to tell me that my spirit's sick
    I'll fuck any bitch with a pussy and a pair of tits
    I'll do anything for any paper, I ain't scared of shit
    When the angel dust bone's lit, yeah it smells funky
    Walking through the doomsday streets like it's 12 monkeys
    Hell's junkies trail me like a posse of fiends
    It's like I'm lost in a posthumous dream with all the demons saying

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    3: Everlast]
    Back to the future, blast from the past
    A brand new religion for your stankin' ass
    We pray, we fast, we conducting mass
    Gangster pop your gun, hooker shake your ass
    Back to the future, blast from the past
    A brand new religion for your stankin' ass
    We pray, we fast, we conducting mass
    Gangster pop your gun, hooker shake your a

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