I got that bass boom kicking, it's 2003
Too many motherfuckers haven't got a clue what I mean
I wanna kill people every day that I breathe, I wanna
Bitch
Salute your sensei
Don't, don't, don't you make fun of me
Not, not, not one of my crew
Don't, don't, don't you make fun of me
Salute your sensei
Oh, would they care if I shot the president?
A hole in his head that bled, and bled again
Salute your sensei
Share a coffee with your fellow civilian
Mmm, that's tasty
I can see it in their eyes, they're scared of a life without
A structure worthy of a hole in their eyes, despite
Being a child, a child of five, they're dead
It's a hive, a hive, hive
Hive
And he found himself at a crossroads
Hive
Unsure which path to take
Hive
"Who are you? What is your name? What are you doing here?"
Come with me, I'll show you everything
"I must know who you are, what is your name?"
Come with me, I'll show you what you fear
We are, we are, we are, we are all laughing at you
We are, we are all laughing at you
Luck is a fine thing, give it a chance
People talk, but they struggle to grap with the fact that I bat for the team with a gat
Isn't whack, it's actually phat, motherfuckers, in fact, I attack, ooh
Motherfuckers in love, all these motherfuckers in love
Motherfuckers in love, ooh
Why they laugh is a mystery
Have these fools got no fucking sympathy?
Ooh, I wanna be like them, emotionless
We are, we are, we are, we are all laughing at you
We are, we are all laughing at you
Luck is a fine thing
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