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I wonder how the hell a brother lets himself 

Get into somethin' he can't out of? (Uh-huh, uh-huh) 

A lot of my friends are sick
Poison is bubbling
Beneath your dreamhome
Buried there years before 

Kid runs in crying
From playing in the garden
"Mommy, I burned my hands!"
I see you, kid, alone in your room
You got the weight on your mind
And you're just trying to get by
Your world is just beginning
And I know this
So high but no chance

My little chemical romance left a bad taste in my mouth
But I approached her like hey Mercedes why the long face
1, 2, 3, 4 some crazy-ass kids come and knock up on your door so
Let em in, let em in, let em in (hey)

And I like my rhymes witty
All my dimes pretty
gorgeous, here we go again.
Well, here it goes, kid,
No lookin' back,
Stiff upper nose, kid,
Let's give 'em hell, Brice,
We'll cry a little later,
but I don't want to give them A's. O.k. F, D, F-, test time, set timers, call every parent and give 'em a piece of my mind, shit. 'cause I don't want
flybys to take a couple of shots
Couple of portraits then ignored 'em
He'd be just another bush surrounded by a couple orchids
Poor kids just 'cause
This is how it's got to be..."
"To play the blues, boy, you got to live 'em
Got your dues, boy, you know you got to give 'em
Got to start sweet like
walk around with their minds in a daze
Never take the time to stop and give praise
You're lucky to live in this world
Even the starving boys and girls
and you don't want no part of that
So don't even start it black
Anyone riffin' I show them how I'm livin'
And give them some of that treatment like my
She wakes the kids up for school, the bacon is on the stove
He yells from their bedroom, honey, where'd you put my clothes
The school bus runs
don't give a damn
Just buy their product
Cause they a by product of a marketing plan
Can I just get an autograph?
I'm fanatic number 2 million
Sign it
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is (Hell)
This is

Hell, incest kids under pressure
In the corner clutching they genitals by the dresser
Back the hell off
Rock n roll Jesus with all my nails on
All I need is a blunt and a bail bond
And give these blind motherfuckers something
I been away from hell too long, I think it's time I went home
Ain't got no niggas or no weapons, steppin out on my own
Now I missed curfew
Chemicals up in the atmosphere
Another meteor is falling near
Buried in the headlines disappear
I’m not the type to live in fear
You dream but I know you’re
been easily brainwashed by just one sentence
It goes: all men are created equal
That's why corrupt governments kill innocent people
With chemical
give it hell with

I want to live the real life
I want to live my life close to the bone
Just because I'm middle-aged that don't mean
I want to sit
you know I gotta give
More for the dancefloor and I'ma give brain sore
Kids revin and buzzin just like a chainsaw
I make em say: Damn man, that Kid
Stomp em out kid, stomp em out (4X) 

Throw on my hoodie, when niggaz lit the Phillie 

I put a fuckin cap in the neighborhood bully 

What now,
by deeezzz
Put them in the back of a stolen Marquis
Call the cops please cause this muthafucka smell

The ringin' in my ear sound like hell's bells
We take no prisoners, when it rains it pours
Give me time, give me sweet by and by
And I know we can make it through it.
When they say that it's
tight aight
And I'ma walk these dogs so we can live
In a phat-ass crib with thousands of kids
Word life you don't need a ring to be my wife
Just be
Until both your eyes start to swell
Until the crowd goes home
What we gonna do y'all?

Give 'em hell, turn their heads
Gonna live life till we're dead.