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Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop nâ go.
The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos.
Good luck finding critters creepy as me. They shoulda fried me, Iâll give ya PTSD
Vodka shots droppinâ down the throat they been stompinâ on.
Cockinâ guns, lockinâ up, the quotas all for shock nâ awe.
Drivinâs tirinâ, and I been hot-wirinâ to make my get away from the jailbreak riot and
Cellmates scrapinâ upon the bricks in the basement,
tryinâ to escape this probation generation- too late!
Crazy fuckersâ gotta do the time.
Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes.
Iâm alive and kickinâ till the split ends fray.
Maybe plead insane, guilty, but Iâm not to blame!
Iâm a slave to the main vein, sprayinâ on the mainframe.
Suffering the infrastructure, hoping I can maintain!
Oh how I know how I go how I go. Ask me a question the answer I know.
Yes or no options donât weigh out and so; I donât ever see the cons and the pros.
You bare a striking resemblance.
Some kind of semblance of somethinâ I been rememberinâ.
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror.
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Please police- is it a test? I wonât know till Iâm under arrest.
The drunk-tankâs blood red. Junkieâs gonna relapse.
Some think punkâs dead, me I donât believe that.
Rock nâ roll gatherinâ the moss till I be that lichen-coated boulder, make you slip,
Bust your kneecap!
Open on the amazon, hide the cure for cancer.
Iâm Lance Armstrong, youâre the necromancer.
Slash nâ burn, crash into the 42nd answer,
all my fellow skeletons adore the army ants here.
Flies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows.
Heaven knows Godâs sittinâ up there like âHell no!â
Only one thing comes to those who wait. Is it too late to embrace your fate?
My death come swiftly and gently to you.
Mayhem, cry mayday, and oncoming doom.
Save your convictions, they never will do. What you sayâs at least 1/6 billionth true.
You bare a striking resemblance.
Some kind of semblance of somethinâ I been rememberinâ.
You appear familiar dear. You look just like my bathroom mirror.
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Please police- is it a test? I wonât know till Iâm under arrest.
Am I being detained? Am I under arrest?
Read me my rights please. I want my phone call.
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Please police- is it a test? I wonât know till Iâm under arrest.
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- Everything is a Lot
- Self-ish