sit and fight with you over some slut bitch cunt that made me put up with her psycho ass over 6 months and only spread her legs to let me hit once, Yeah
I hear your words. But there ain't nothing you can say to me I ain't already heard These cuts run deep Close to the Bone But I gotta keep getting up
(That beat is hard) This is how it goes Welcome one and all to the show We're wired up fired up fucking ready to go In the back of the parking lot outside
You know me, I used to get caught up in everyday life Tried to make it through my day so i could sleep at night Tried to figure out my way through the
I'm all busted up Broken bones and nasty cuts ACCIDENTS WILL HAPPEN But this time I can't get up She comes to check on me MAKING sure I'm on my knees
can't Lay with me Say it I know you can Follow cause I'm to fast Say it, say it again Cuts I'm not a maniac Cuts I'm not a maniac Cuts I'm not a
stuck with a hand full of bandaids Until she comes back around like them ceiling fan blades Claims she loves me But she cuts me into pieces When I'm sewed up
dispise my lies Just say goodbye When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard And I When it cuts, it cuts, it cuts hard And I die again Again, again Waste your
[Verse 1] They say the odds against me, are crooked and impossible Like I was born with a hole in my heart is an obstacle I was left to die by the doctors
hands up (Niggaz) Throw the hands up (Bitches) Throw the hands up (Bustas) Throw the hands up (Hustlers) Throw the hands up (Hoes!) Throw the hands up (Boasters) Throw the hands up
killing you [Pre chorus (4x)] [Chorus] (Alive in me, inside of me, a part of me screams away silently This part of me won?t go away, part of me won
again in business This time is fixed lets sweeten our facilities It took all the man in me To be the dog you wanted me to be Shall we take a spin again
I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for dead presidents to represent me Chorus
ll kill someone. I said: only when the times comes! MARKSMAN But, Monsieur le Vicomte . . . (The PHANTOM'S VOICE cuts in, filling the building. All look up
there will be a hang-up A whirlwind designed 2 slow U down It cuts like a knife and tries 2 get in U This Spooky Electric sound Give up if U want 2 and
slice Cut out shut out run out Tear digital noise out It cuts you up Cuts you up It cuts you up I take no bullshit In the past I took it all Never again Shut it up
Look up, what do you see? All of you and all of me Fluorescent and starry Some of them, they surprise The bus ride, I went to write this, 4:00 a.m. This