I got a story to tell Check check Crazy glue, make sure you get it in the cracks and crevices To put me back together is Not an easy task, but it's not
It's so simple Got a whole list of issues Inside of my brain Gathered right next to the temple Write all my rhymes in pencil So I can erase 'em The morning
What's up everybody, can I come in? Why, thank you, sure is good to see you here. Check it out. My life in general is just a joke but it's simple, cracka
I'm hollow to the core, yeah my bones are empty No marrow, no mass, but heart I got plenty Though no blood flows through these veins, somethin' is in
I'm just a ghost of my former self Formin' a non-formidable more bionicle toxin of mental health Was never born into wealth I jumped out of my mother
intro Hey, what's up? This is a true story, about a girl I know. Not like Return of the Living Dead was a true story, this is... there's been no fabrications
Weerd Science In A City With No Name So whatcha think about mortality How are these motherfuckers running America Squeaking by like the sound of my sneakers
Step one in your mission: gather information Get on the internet, perfect for bomb makin' First you need some fertilizer, it's the shit For construction
*Hi beautiful. I missed you while I was gone. Sup homie? I wrote you this song. I'd be better off dead 'cause both chedder and bread Have alluded me
I've been told i was a joke my whole life Lower class white trash low life When I look to the future i don't see no wife No house no kids no job no cars
notice their mouths taste like your best friends dick. 'Cause in the end you're just a small town piece of shit. Smile! Until next time folks, it's Weerd Science
Every one of my lyrics when you hear it it'll burn your face as sulfuric acid If you're holdin' the microphone I suggest you pass it. Hand it over quickly
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(feat. Allah Real) [G-Clef Da Mad Komposa:] Everybody think they know the truth Making crazy claims but never having any real proof This the third
