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Rule Breaker (rap song lyrics)

(spoken)

 yeah sometimes life is tough, and it gets even tougher,
i'm gonna tell ya a story that makes mine a little easier... 

(alt)

yeah i'm gonna tell ya a story about my fate

i'm gonna lead him on and make him 

my bate

(sung)

yeah ,

i'm gonna punk his ass before he punks me

he's probably sittin' around watching mother f----- glee

swear it makes me wanna go on a killing spree

slaying every single person that i f------ see

damn right ... i'm a maniac

i'm gonna break stuff all down his back

i'm from d-town born and raised

i pack a shotgun and a hand grenade

i'm gonna mess you up and put you in your place

like a psychopath without a race

i'll burn your ashes won't leave a trace

till the piggies come and take me away

the belligerent parasite is on my case

ramblin' random regal gibberish from outer space

makin' killin's like a villian runnin' out a mace

playin' poker like a joker without an ace


(chorus) (Titanium)

see, this glutton's runnin' out of damning reigns

wooden casket's gonna be his barring cage

when he's six feet under you won't see his remains

it's gonna be the last of these silver chains

now i'm tested he won't let me be

condescending, count one two three

the ramblin' maniac inside a me

is unleashing a whole sinister sea

graffiti on the insulin walls

ripped tissue off a voo doo doll

insurrection at my beckon call

defection, a contagious squawl 

a bombastic temperamental withdrawl

with nena, the cradle will fall

sickle cell disease wished on me

and the sinister cretan won't just let it be

heretics and religious gits

counteracting on their wits

critical indecisive fits

inconclusive apathetic crypts

the paranoid alabaster king

with the tacky trash simpleton

and the cherub nepotistic dream

deluded at the concrete seams

(chorus) (Titanium)(extended)

sultry scriptures, counterfeit obits
hack lectures student equipped
sifted confidence to and fro
bloody wardrobe no place to go

rule breaker cans of lace
life taker misfit fakes
signs the devine
smooth talkers hit rewind

(chorus)

blank spaces fall from grace
infectious bases all erased
cowardly showcase simple taze
infected noches in a daze

gloves, so confined
above, in a bind
true love, wine and dine
thereof let it chime

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