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My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise And at the same time, make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme So what you're seeing is a genius at work Which to me isn't work, so it's easy to misinterpret it at first, Cuz when i speak, it's tongue in cheek I'd gank my fuckin teeth before id ever bite my tongue I'd slice my gums, get struck by fuckin' lightning twice at once And die and come back as vanilla ice's son And walk around the rest of my life spit on And kicked and hit with shit, every time i sung Like r kelly as soon as "bump n' grind" comes on More pain inside o' my brain, in the eyes of a little girl inside of a plane Aimed at the world trade, standin' on ronny's grave, Screaming at the sky, the clouds gather as clyde mathers and bonnie jade And nash briddy musta just stop it Parents are pissed, but the kids love it Nine millimeter, heater's desk, and two-seaters with meat cleavers I don't blame you, i wouldn't let hailie listen to me neither
-------------------- No one knows the worth of innocence till he knows it is gone forever, and that money can't buy it back. Not the saint, but the sinner that repenteth, is he to whom the full length and breadth, and height and depth, of life's meaning is revealed. Good and evil loose all objective meaning and are seen as equally necessary and contrasting elements in the masterpiece that is the universe.