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Spontaneous Combust...PossessedLa la la la (Boom) la la la la la la la la (Boom) (Boom) (Boom) La la la la (Boom) la la la la la la la la (Boom) (Boom) (Boom) It's easy, life every day Knife up to my neck with two days left to pay Shit's all good. Throw me some love, props My wife found that hooker's panties in my fuckin' glove box Shit's feel nice, on top of my game I'm out of last chances, got warrants all on my name I'm happy, I'm straight on track, right You got it shootin' heroin, but got off to crack, right I'm doin' really well these days (Oh the paranoia hasn't beat it) I'm doin' really well these days (The entire sickness, I defeat it) I'm doin' really well these days (Oh the paranoia hasn't beat it) I'm doin' really well these days (The entire sickness, I defeat it) My future lookin' bright as the sun Four separate entities all trying to kill me at once Good times, though, these days are all good They cut my homie's head off and stuck it on my car hood (La la la la) I love it, so give me more of it, the pressure I love it, so give me more of it. Can't get around Or above it, so give me more, and I get to bum rush Blood gush, ants crush, spontaneous combust! I love it, so give me more of it, the pressure I love it, so give me more of it. Can't get around Or above it, so give me more, and I get to bum rush Blood gush, ants crush, spontaneous combust! A face, though no one knows its me, and yet it helps them notice me Cops don't even need a print, they just toss me in and throw the key These times all as good as can be Cops don't even need a print, they just toss me in and throw the key There's a fuckin' vampire floating in my window stool Tell me, what the fuck does he want with my neck? That ain't cool Find some bitch's neck, Lucy. Don't get stabbed with a steak And tell Frankenstein to fuck off, out there in a car waitin' "Mommy, who's Daddy talkin' to?" (Oh the paranoia hasn't beat it) I'm doin' really well these days (The entire sickness, I defeat it) "Who's, who's, who's Daddy talkin' to?" (Oh the paranoia hasn't beat it) I'm doin' really well these days (The entire sickness, I defeat it) "Mommy?" Life is a walk in the park I seen my shadow get killed by another, ripped out its heart There's no place I'd rather be Take me off this earth. The whole world's destroying me I love it, so give me more of it, the pressure I love it, so give me more of it. Can't get around Or above it, so give me more, and I get to bum rush Blood gush, ants crush, spontaneous combust! I love it, so give me more of it, the pressure I love it, so give me more of it. Can't get around Or above it, so give me more, and I get to bum rush Blood gush, ants crush, spontaneous combust! I walked in, grabbed a pop, and took off my jeans and stretched out Then it hit me: this ain't my house But I was so tired, so tired, so expired That I decided to borrow and admire But I woke up with a rifle's barrel all up in my nostril The cops came, dropped me off at the hospital Get me a shot of spazmatic relief They needed surgery to remove an arm from my teeth But I'm doin' really well these days (Oh the paranoia hasn't beat it) I'm doin' really well these days (The entire sickness, I defeat it) I'm doin' really well these days (Oh the paranoia hasn't beat it) I'm doin' really well these days! I'm okay. No problem's here If I get bloody enough, the sun will dry me up; I'll disappear Wonderful, my life is grand I love it when my head explode again and again I love it, so give me more of it, the pressure I love it, so give me more of it. Can't get around Or above it, so give me more, and I get to bum rush Blood gush, ants crush, spontaneous combust! I love it, so give me more of it, the pressure I love it, so give me more of it. Can't get around Or above it, so give me more, and I get to bum rush Blood gush, ants crush, spontaneous combust! A throbbin' headache comes right up through your heels Up through the hip bone, the knee bone, up the spine Up through your back, through your head Like Satan was [?]? "Exactly" Do you believe? "I believe" He believes! [*applause*] Hallelujah! Oh, Amen! God bless! Amen! Hallelujah Rid this man of these headache demons Of these migraine demons Heal this man! Oh... [*laughing and foreign backwards voices*] And I just want you to shoot him up Jesus on - 'n line. Pshhhew Tell him what you want |