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I am too bent out of shape walking around with a limp, looking for something to break
Where did everybody go? I don’t see a lot of movement
Hear a lot of talk and not enough of the music
You commit no nuisance, this is no charity I don’t need your two cents
I got salt for the wounds and spite on the mind, pushing thumbs into bruises
See I’ve been cutting off loose ends, got enough enemies I don’t need no new friends
You won’t dig my grave with a blade that blunt
You wanna run your mouth 'cause you can’t keep up
So mad for what?
Sucks to suck
Until everybody knows
You’ll be stuck playing catch up with the riddle in the middle of the madness
A motherfucking phantom, 26-06-96 I'm a Cancer
Eating you up inside, keeping you up at night
Too broke to pay no mind, no name on the page a poltergeist
You won’t dig my grave with a blade that blunt
You wanna run your mouth 'cause you can’t keep up
So mad for what?
Sucks to suck
I'ma start this shit off by saying you motherfuckers are weak
Weak motherfucker, that’s why all you can do is talk shit, ‘cause that’s all you have (you have nothin’)
If you coming for me, you gotta come better than that (better than that)
I’ve been through too much shit in my life for your pussy ass to bother a motherfuckin’ thing I'm doing
Your blade’s too blunt, This is Alpha Wolf motherfucker
You wanna die?
Ice-T
Run a muck
Count your teeth
Pick ‘em up