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Todd, a big fan" I wiped, crumbled it up in a wad and threw it back and Told him, "Todd, you're the shi-" when's all of this crap end? Can't pump my
This isn't love, this is foolish I just want back what I put into this And then I'll keep movin' All of my chips on the table 'Cause I never got
Eating a snake by the river I'm back to Bangkok The cosplayers still want my head I'm back to Bangkok A big stab wound in my liver I'm back
sword Swing that swash in the door There's a creeper behind me Creeper, aw man, don't get me Slice his head and run Back through the cave, it scared me Aw
To sell out all your friends and stab them in the back It's something that you are, it's something that I'm not When you forced me into doing what you
talkin' 'bout them rap fools? Oh, you know how they do it, man They talk pro-black, but they'll stab you straight in yo back But you know, Traitors got
dragged to the back of a trunk By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh? Now who's a fa-, you punk? And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
from grace - again I made myself delusional, the noble stab at staying upbeat But it was only for a while I tried my best to radiate through
to tell You that I caught you Stab your back to be the one That has to fucking sell you Meet me in the bathroom Lemme help control you Meet me by
We remember the stuntwoman Flying across the cosmos in Steve McQueen's mustang That's when they tried to call Vicki The phone it never rang Before
Steve - Guitars & Bass Chris - Drums Nancy Fagan - Vocals & Hysteria Jamie Firlotte - Boy Vocals [The suff in the { }, except the "Thank you's"
Uncle Steve And they broke the TV Screaming and shouting Can't take much more Oh god Steve's Back on the floor Through all the chaos One thing's still
all. Cornered to stab back, I am hatred, seeping blood. In darkness follow me.
don't stop, we on the ghetto prize on the top You know we come back and do the hop Shorties in the place, all the shorty rocks, do the hop You gotta
the rawest in town Cause I'm a (Thug By Nature), strictly for the paper Ain't nobody steppin' to Steve (B-O-N-E) I come with the ones, I come with the guns
by the mass Her face is on the paper, not the strangers that I pass The ones that are looking back to see if they are looking back at me Are you
undressin' to test me and uh Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye You wants a nigga,
niggas listen to Denim or Steve Must've had your Infrared wrong, now your head in the beam Y'all are the spittin' image of whatever jealousy breeds
don't have to call me darlin', darlin' You never even called me by my name Well, I've heard my name A few times in your phone book (hello, hello)
I'm the mother flippin' rhymenocerous My beats are fat And the birds are on my back And I'm horny, I'm horny If you choose to proceed You will
pretty groovy Or if you want something visual that's not too abysmal We could take in an old Steve Reeves movie I'm glad we caught you at home Could
Chased by a shot of Scotch whiskey, brew brisky For sixty years, misty bottles of Crysty in the freezer Red twist leaf, melted in spliffy, Cali blunt
flash by behind me I'm pretty good at fading into the background Cuz everyone just wants to stab me in the back now I'm pretty good at fading into
Basedheads coming through looking for the plug Now, born and raised in my area Beautiful by day, by night its hysteria Fuck around and bury ya tonight Ridin'
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