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[Chorus] The drugs keepin me high I just wanna eliminate everyone thats in sight The wicked shits alive in me and it will never die I just wanna let you know inside what I'm feelin Feelin endevoured I'm still alive Killers who cut throats the only ones that survive The wicked shits alive in me and it will never die I just wanna let you know inside what I'm feelin [Monoxide] I'm sick like hotel beds And gettin head In a motel where My girls in the corner dead The coroner said it was an overdose So I cut his throat and left him for dead I slide him over home I'm a stoner with his motor blown And I get high over leavin wack mcee's comatose You ain't shit you suck So what you got your vitals mixed up J hand me the bitch so I can pump this shit up like training day I'm holdin the real killers who walk and never run away Put your fuckin gun away 'for I get pissed off then piss on ya like a rainy day Letras de cancionesI ain't happy I'm the other way Stayin mad as fuck and always lookin to retaliate So if you wondering why I magigate Just refer to the real definition of assassinate [Chorus] [Madrox] Here we go and were takin it back to basics We make a mark in any marks trying to erase it We take the number and usually we embrace it We were born in chaos with carnival faces Hows that for odds Sent here to eliminate false profits and DemiGods of statistics Mediums, moguls and spreaders of the falseness With they heads lopped off and bodies tied to crosses Followers have been exposed With overactive temperal lobes Up in they dome No indiviuality more clones on the production line Manufacture and faximilated rhymes for the twelfth time Thirteen's synonomous with the oddity's Stay hungry for flesh like the piranha be Killer tryin to dishonor me Nothin is sacred in a dead economy So bury me deap where the haters will never bother me [Chorus] [Madrox] They got a problem with us and the way we tellin it Not a statistic refuse to be irrelevent Disorted in sick shit Ooze from every element You can blame it on my soul but the music be compelling it To do the type to make you feel it when you hear it Musical ducktape To patch the holes in your spirt No jump on fate We tomahawk with the lyrics And stay buzz wordy while your shits on clearance [Monoxide] You phonier than cinamax porn and bein torn Between bein a label whore And wishin you were never born I'm not hear to scorn I'm just sayin that your nothin more than a porn on a board in a fake war And now you fuck with ya millisha Whirl with that government issue Wont miss ya I ain't gotta spit a line to diss ya I got a line around the block of folks commin to get ya [Chorus] From Letras Mania