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what's left of my mind
To the 20th century deadline

I was made of poison and blood
Condemnation is what I understood
Video games of the Tower's fall
hands and smile
All willin' to bear yr child
State of rock is pathetic
Yr songs are prophetic
Yr a 20th century poet
Come on boy, don't ya know it?
Collecting runaway skin cells...absorbing memories
It's been to hell and back, dragged through the dirt and even worn by enemies
Born in the 70's of the 20th
accord if weak you'll stray
Drug users are stuck in the mud
Another 20th century modern day chud
These cannibal humanoid undernourished dwellers
Just
three four five six hey!
Well I got a dog and 'is name is Blue,
I betcha five dollars he's a good dog, too,
Oh, Oh, oh, yow!
Bow wow bow wow bow wow
Here in my place and time
And here in my own skin I can finally begin
Let the century pass me by, standing under the night sky
Tomorrow means nothing
Here
Are my place and time
And here in my own skin
I can finally begin
Let the century pass me by
Standing under night sky
Tomorrow means
[Mario] 
Uh huh, yeah yeah, bow wow Mario,
Y'all ready

[Chorus] 
I'll move on 
Here I live by, knowing I don't like what's on the table
To Violent J's dick, to Blaze's Dick, try to grope us wit they paws 
Goddamn hound dogs! 

[Chorus:] 
"Bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay" 
"Hound dogz ain't
To Violent J's dick, to Blaze's Dick, try to grope us wit they paws 
Goddamn hound dogs! 

[Chorus:] 
"Bow wow wow yippe yo yippe yay" 
"Hound dogz ain't
(look at that)
A baby momma and a bow-wow
My nigga know you need to calm down
F-for County run up in your house

But you don't wanna hear that
the 40 cause my mother's not looking

Yo give me that, kid. You pah will put you in the mourge
Listen to hot diggity dog
Bibb bow wow wow wow wow
that with a tech, who wanna bow-wow?
'cause I done been through more shit within the last week
Than a fly flowin' in doo-doo on the concrete
I been
can get you with little Sammie and Bow Wow
Please girls try to understand me now-now
Like my little sisters I'ma hold you down-down
Got the whole
(look at that)
A baby momma and a bow-wow
My nigga know you need to calm down
'Bor County run up in your house
But you don't wanna hear that though, it's
Mother fucker stay up out my cool-Aid pitcher
You don't want to see my style like click click pow 
Make you bow to my wicked style, make you my child
pow!
Frown while I shit on your crown
Skip town grounds will appear on the king cash cow
Do I make 'em say 'Wow!', strip, ow, bow
I sit with
you can't hear the silence
Even when it's there. Like the wind seen from the window,
Seeing it but not being touched by it.


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