Lyrics:
paramedic, and a dead ringer
For every Irish fuck who ever had his picture on
A poster for the offices of Irish Tourism
Now I love Frank, and I love all o'
hope she can forget me.
But the ghost that comes around
Is a dead-ringer for her.
I see her in my nightmares,
Discussing modern literature
With
your door
You know it's time to settle the score
This is war C4
This is war
This is war C4
This is war
Bish bosh banging on the calabash
Dead
a dead ringer never get no cred
Yeah we know that shit a flex need to get your head correct
Breaking it down to molecular levels
They chasing me round so I
to be your machine
And your dead to me"
Coming on down
All the way down
There'll be no dead ringers
In the graveyard tonight
Oh, come on baby
Won't you
Faster pussycat, ain't no slowing down
Drip myself in a corner in order to make it out
Shout may day now, get faded now
Ink on my fingers, dead ringer
M*A*S*H?
Dead ringer for Klinger with a thicker mustache?
When you're at a get-together does everybody always ask?
Ain't no Halloween party why's she
Questions of my life
Angel on my shoulder
Winds blow colder
And I'm afraid
They might blow my angel away
I'm the dead ringer
There goes the chick
I can't go no place
Without somebody pointin' a finger
I can't show my face 'cause
When it comes to rumors I'm a dead ringer
I'll think I'll
Cus he'll put a hole in your flesh
And then jet
Off to find the next gun slinger
Dead ringer
End your life with one finger
Now your scared to show
finger blows leaves a bruised imprint
It's a dead ringer hex, sacrilegious simplex
So concentrate on the index...
I don't know where the fuck I'm from
I
healers,
are you near
I need another vision
I can trust
and feed.
We are the dead
dead ringers
we are in search
of our birth.
it will
Just when you think you can't, you'll deal
Gas leak, plug screwed up the vacuum seal
Secret wars, left our dead on the field
Feel like inside
from this range
Right and wrong is Dead Ringers
And they won't hesitate to pry it
From out ya cold dead fingers
Spoils to the victor survival
Dead ringer
Bone crusher
Burnt cigar
Staring at a
Feeding bowl
No sympathy
For scars
Back breaker
Baneful and batty
Barred for smashing out
alter egos
Trust nobody, I insist
When a spy is in our midst
I'm a dead-ringer for anyone
There's plenty room for twists
So your profession is fashion?
ground
You can't come in
You ain't ready for the house
Come up in here, make it August Underground
It's just us, all up in the tree house
Dead ringer for
is here
A dead ringer minus the meaning
Crash test dummy for hire
The perfect mascot I will do as you like
Oh well
Makes a stand
My cold hands
You'll
They all look alike
Dead ringers
I'm with the clique
We got good music
It's so lit
I feel like I'm Travis
Trampoline
The pack is Jumping like
a niche
Can't say that you really compete
Might go Fischer
But I know she a gold digger
Don't trust no hoes they dead ringers
There's plenty of fish in
they be chasin' the bag
Dead ringer mean these hoes got some toes to tag
When the stacks sold, how she came for the cash
And she still got a strap
cleaner
Mean teen bewitching Sabrina
They say the best rappers dead and I’m a dead ringer
I’m married to the game man ain’t you see the finger?
It’s
bet that that'll never fade away
You're a dead ringer
A flinger
One that I knew before
Now you think you changed the game?
Well you didn't
see you
I've been throwing stones at the mirror
Killing off my ego dead ringer
To stop my blood from getting thinner
The emotion poured out like
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