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I didn't vote; now I'm rolling with the CommiesBut I never took lessons from no hip-hop NazisKeep throwing darts because the world is made out of plasticMade out of pigsWhy bother to shower, there is no power, it was all built empty?I could have been a lot bigger by now, but I've loved being a threatGive me some of that good old-fashioned electrotherapySo what if I dress like a terrorist, walk like a bugOr am dumb like a journalist?Suckers write for critics, so I kill for the artI jog in peace, the rest is stress; don't let them fool youFollow me if you want your face on every milk cartonAll your superheroes are afraid of the darkAnd in their own shadows they wear too much blackAnd in their dreams dance nakedWalking through crowds awake, and you can't tell who's laughing at youOr trying to be the new best friend of the hour, so you drink more With a ton of urine on my shoulders, I learned to swimSo if God gives you acid, burnDown for the bubbles, there's no Don and no jacuzziWhat would a preacher do? I'm fucking with kidsEverybody's jealous of the people they can't be like, except meI got a cross-shaped penis and I love myself when God isn't lookingIf you buy that, there's a lot of money to be made on Wall StreetYou'd be a lot better if you were differentBut you're just like them, so it's business as usualLetras de cancionesSo I don't need your respect, I just want a fancy funeralThat's why we're selling live water to out-of-towners with camerasLiving like ghosts in this globe we can't run fromLook closely: I bleed through my nuclei poresThey shoot it out their nose and say this can't be artIt's so easy being honest, it feels like I'm stealingAt times you were like real down for a cause, but wanted GeraldoAll I ever wanted was a fancy funeralWhen I'm a gas, I'll be a laughing gasThought they was gas the way they come and go so freelyMore weed for me.Searching for some Holy Grail; there I go again, chasing my tailI'm peace on rap, but the (w)raps, they fit me so wellI came and saw and laughed and drew on all the wallsI was younger thenThese days babies fall from the sky like porridge Can't save them allFrom the mall, from the bouncing ballFrom 2002 to 1984Go buy a Playstation 2; this is what your enemy looks like:An infrared blotch on a screen, for 30 lb. shellsThey run, run out of breath, rest, stop and get killedBecause God wants McDonald's plots on every desert shieldI'm just trying to eat well, but there's no healthy food at gas stationsA lot of us can't sleep well being rapedAnd public school is military trainingDon't be putting acid in the teacher's coffeeRead about the 20's, the 40's, and the 60'sWalk out, get a GED, and go to Berkeley UniversitySince they never tell you the stories about who makes away with the moneyI'm selling live water to out-of-towners with camerasWe're still all poor, so what the fuck you bitching for?Got to keep selling live water to out-of-towners with camerasYou better go find God or something, because Christians get the best distributionWe keep selling live water to out-of-towners with camerasI watch them fall from the sky like porridgeHard as you try, you can't save themWe keep selling live water to out-of-towners with camerasAs long as I keep living for nothing, then I'll be keeping a recordWe keep selling live water to out-of-towners with camerasAmerica game: pick your characterWill you be easy to get along with or hard to kill? From Letras Mania