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  • Venom (OST Venom)

    I got a song filled with shit for the strong-willed
    When the world gives you a raw deal
    Sets you off 'til you scream, "Piss off! Screw you!"
    When it talks to you like you don't belong
    Or tells you you're in the wrong field
    When something's in your mitochondrial
    'Cause it latched on to you, like

    Knock knock, let the devil in
    Manevolent as I've ever been, head is spinnin'
    This medicine's screamin', "L-L-L-Let us in!"
    L-L-Like like a salad bowl, Edgar Allan Poe
    Bedridden, shoulda been dead a long time ago
    Liquid Tylenol, gelatins, think my skeleton's meltin'
    Wicked, I get all high when I think I've smelled the scent
    Of elephant manure—hell, I meant Kahlúa
    Screw it, to hell with it, I went through hell with accelerants
    And blew up my-my-myself again
    Volkswagen, tailspin, bucket matches my pale skin
    Mayo and went from Hellmann's and being rail thin
    Filet-o-Fish, Scribble Jam, Rap Olympics '97 Freaknik
    How can I be down? Me and Bizarre in Florida
    Proof's room slept on the floor of the motel then
    Dr. Dre said "hell yeah!"
    And I got his stamp like a postcard, word to Mel-Man
    And I know they're gonna hate
    But I don't care, I barely can wait
    To hit them with the snare and the bass
    Square in the face, this fuckin' world better prepare to get laced
    Because they're gonna taste my

    Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
    And I'm not knowin' when I'm
    Ever gonna slow up and I’m
    Ready to snap any moment I'm
    Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
    They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
    (W-W-When they get bit with the)
    Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
    And I'm not knowin' when I'm
    Ever gonna slow up and I'm
    Ready to snap any moment I'm
    Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
    They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
    (W-W-When they get bit with the)

    I said knock knock, let the devil in
    Shotgun p-p-pellets in the felt pen
    Cocked, fuck around and catch a hot one
    It-it's evident I'm not done
    V-Venomous, the thoughts spun
    Like a web and you just caught in 'em
    Held against your will like a hubcap or mud flap
    Beat strangler attack
    So this ain't gonna feel like a love tap
    Eat painkiller pills, fuck up the track
    Like, what's her name's at the wheel? Danica Patrick
    Threw the car into reverse at the Indy, a nut crashin'
    Into ya, the back of it just mangled steel
    My Mustang and the Jeep Wrangler grill
    With the front smashed, much as my rear fender, assassin
    Slim be a combination of an actual kamikaze and Gandhi (Gandhi)
    Translation, I will probably kill us both
    When I end up back in India
    You ain't gonna be able to tell what the fuck's happenin' to you
    When you're bit with the

    Venom, adrenaline momentum
    And I'm not knowin' when I'm
    Ever gonna slow up and I’m
    Ready to snap any moment I'm
    Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
    They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
    (W-W-When they get bit with the)
    Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
    And I'm not knowin' when I'm
    Ever gonna slow up and I'm
    Ready to snap any moment I'm
    Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
    They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
    (W-W-When they get bit with the)

    I said knock knock, let the devil in
    Alien, E-E-Elliott phone home
    Ain't no telling when this chokehold
    On this game will end, I'm loco
    Became a Symbiote, so
    My fangs are in your throat, ho
    You're snake-bitten with my venom
    With the ballpoint pen I'm
    Gun cocked, bump stock, double-aught, buckshot
    Tire thumper, a garrote, tie a couple knots
    Fired up and caught fire, juggernaut
    Punk rock, bitch, it's goin' down like Yung Joc
    'Cause the Doc put me on like sunblock
    Why the fuck not, you only get one shot
    Ate shit 'til I can't taste it
    Chased it with straight liquor
    Then paint thinner, then drank 'til I faint
    And awake with a headache
    And I take anything in rectangular shape
    Then I wait to face the demons I'm bonded to
    'Cause they're chasin' me but I'm part of you
    So escapin' me is impossible
    I latch onto you like a parasite
    And I probably ruined your parents' life
    And your childhood too
    'Cause if I'm the music that y'all grew up on
    I'm responsible for you retarded fools
    I'm the super villain Dad and Mom was losin' their marbles to
    You marvel that? Eddie Brock is you
    And I'm the suit, so call me

    Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
    And I'm not knowin' when I'm
    Ever gonna slow up and I’m
    Ready to snap any moment I'm
    Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
    They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
    (W-W-When they get bit with the)
    Venom, (I got that) adrenaline momentum
    And I'm not knowin' when I'm
    Ever gonna slow up and I'm
    Ready to snap any moment I'm
    Thinkin' it's time to go get 'em
    They ain't gonna know what hit 'em
    (W-W-When they get bit with the)
  • Killshot

    You sound like a bitch, bitch
    Shut the fuck up!
    When your fans become your haters
    You done?
    Fuckin' beard's weird
    All right
    You yellin' at the mic, you weird beard
    We doin' this once
    You yellin' at the mic, your beard's weird
    Why you yellin' at the mic? (Illa)

    Rihanna just hit me on the text
    Last night I left hickeys on her neck
    Wait, you just dissed me? I'm perplexed
    Insult me in a line, compliment me on the next
    Damn, I'm really sorry you want me to have a heart attack
    Was watchin' 8 Mile on my NordicTrack
    Realized I forgot to call you back
    Here's that autograph for your daughter, I wrote it on a Starter cap
    Stan, Stan, son
    Listen, man, Dad isn't mad
    But how you gonna name yourself after a damn gun
    And have a man-bun?
    The giant's woke, eyes open, undeniable
    Supplyin' smoke, got the fire stoked
    Say you got me in a scope, but you grazed me
    I say one call to Interscope and you're Swayze
    Your reply got the crowd yelling, "Woo!"
    So before you die let's see who can out-petty who
    With your corny lines ("Slim, you're old")—ow, Kelly, ooh
    But I'm 45 and I'm still outselling you
    By 29, I had three albums that had blew
    Now let's talk about somethin' I don't really do
    Go in someone's daughter's mouth stealin' food
    But you're a fuckin' mole hill
    Now I'ma make a mountain out of you, woo!
    Ho, chill, actin' like you put the chrome barrel to my bone marrow
    Gunner? Bitch, you ain't a bow and arrow
    Say you'll run up on me like a phone bill, sprayin' lead (brrt)
    Playin' dead, that's the only time you hold still (hold up)
    Are you eating cereal or oatmeal?
    What the fuck's in the bowl, milk? Wheaties or Cheerios?
    'Cause I'm takin' a shit in 'em, Kelly, I need reading material
    …Dictionary…
    "Yo, Slim, your last four albums sucked
    Go back to Recovery," oh shoot, that was three albums ago
    What do you know? Oops
    Know your facts before you come at me, lil' goof
    Luxury, oh, you broke, bitch? Yeah, I had enough money in '02
    To burn it in front of you, ho
    Younger me? No, you're the wack me, it's funny but so true
    I'd rather be 80-year-old me than 20-year-old you
    'Til I'm hitting old age
    Still can fill a whole page with a 10-year-old's rage
    Got more fans than you in your own city, lil' kiddy, go play
    Feel like I'm babysitting Lil Tay
    Got the Diddy okay so you spent your whole day
    Shootin' a video just to fuckin' dig your own grave
    Got you at your own wake, I'm the billy goat
    You ain't never made a list next to no Biggie, no Jay
    Next to Taylor Swift and that Iggy ho, you about to really blow
    Kelly, they'll be putting your name
    Next to Ja, next to Benzino—die, motherfucker!
    Like the last motherfucker sayin' Hailie in vain
    Alien brain, you Satanist (yeah)
    My biggest flops are your greatest hits
    The game's mine again and ain't nothin' changed but the locks
    So before I slay this bitch I, mwah, give Jade a kiss
    Gotta wake up Labor Day to this (the fuck?)
    Bein' rich-shamed by some prick usin' my name for clickbait
    In a state of bliss 'cause I said his goddamn name
    Now I gotta cock back, aim
    Yeah, bitch, pop Champagne to this! (pop)
    It's your moment
    This is it, as big as you're gonna get, so enjoy it
    Had to give you a career to destroy it
    Lethal injection
    Go to sleep six feet deep, I'll give you a B for the effort
    But if I was three-foot-eleven
    You'd look up to me, and for the record
    You would suck a dick to fuckin' be me for a second
    Lick a ballsack to get on my channel
    Give your life to be as solidified
    This mothafuckin' shit is like Rambo when he's out of bullets
    So what good is a fuckin' machine gun when it's out of ammo?
    Had enough of this tatted-up mumble rapper
    How the fuck can him and I battle?
    He'll have to fuck Kim in my flannel
    I'll give him my sandals
    'Cause he knows long as I'm Shady, he's gon' have to live in my shadow
    Exhausting, letting off on my offspring
    Like a gun barrel, bitch, get off me!
    You dance around it like a sombrero, we can all see
    You're fuckin' salty
    'Cause Young Gerald's balls-deep inside of Halsey
    Your red sweater, your black leather
    You dress better, I rap better
    That a death threat or a love letter?
    Little white toothpick
    Thinks it's over a pic, I just don't like you, prick
    Thanks for dissing me
    Now I had an excuse on the mic to write "Not Alike"
    But really, I don't care who's in the right
    But you're losin' the fight you picked
    Who else want it, Kells?
    Attempt fails, Budden, L's
    Fuckin' nails in these coffins as soft as Cottonelle
    Killshot, I will not fail, I'm with the Doc still
    But this idiot's boss pops pills and tells him he's got skills
    But, Kells, the day you put out a hit's the day Diddy admits
    That he put the hit out that got Pac kill, ah!
    I'm sick of you bein' wack
    And still usin' that mothafuckin' Auto-Tune
    So let's talk about it (let's talk about it)
    I'm sick of your mumble rap mouth
    Need to get the cock up out it
    Before we can even talk about it (talk about it)
    I'm sick of your blonde hair and earrings
    Just 'cause you look in the mirror and think
    That you're Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers)
    Don't mean you are, and you're not about it
    So just leave my dick in your mouth and keep my daughter out it
  • The Ringer

    Yeah, (Illa)
    Yo, I'm just gonna write down my first thoughts, see where this takes me, ’cause I feel like I wanna punch the world in the fuckin' face right now, yeah!

    Let me explain just how to make greatness
    Straight out the gate, I'm ’bout to break it down
    Ain't no mistakes allowed, but make no mistake, I'm 'bout
    To rape the alphabet, I may raise some brows
    If I press the issue just to get the anger out (brrr)
    Full magazine could take Staples out
    Savage but ain't thinkin' 'bout no bank account
    But bitch, I'm off the chain like Kala Brown
    Motherfucker, shut the fuck up when I’m talkin’, lil' bitch
    I’m sorry, wait, what's your talent? Oh, critiquin'
    My talent? Oh, bitch, I don't know who the fuck y’all are
    To give a sub-par bar or even have an opinion of you
    You mention me, millions of views, attention in news
    I mention you, lose-lose for me, win-win for you
    Billions of views, your ten cents are two
    Skim through the music to give shit reviews
    To get clicks, but bitch, you just lit the fuse
    Don't get misconstrued, business as us'
    Shit-list renewed, so get shit to do
    Or get dissed 'cause I just don't get
    What the fuck half the shit is that you're listenin' to
    Do you have any idea how much I hate this choppy flow
    Everyone copies though? Probably no
    Get this fuckin' audio out my Audi yo, adiós
    I can see why people like Lil Yachty, but not me though
    Not even dissin', it just ain't for me
    All I am simply is just an MC
    Maybe "Stan" just isn't your cup of tea (get it)
    Maybe your cup's full of syrup and lean
    Maybe I need to stir up shit, preferably
    Shake the world up if it were up to me
    Paul wants me to chill, y'all want me to ill
    I should eat a pill, probably I will
    Old me kill the new me, watch him bleed to death
    I breathe on the mirror, I don't see my breath
    Possibly I'm dead, I must be possessed
    Like an evil spell, I'm E-V-I-L (evil but spelled)
    Jam a Crest Whitestrip in the tip of my dick
    With an ice pick, stick it in a vise grip
    Hang it on a spike fence, bang it with a pipe wrench
    While I take my ballsack and flick it like a light switch
    Like vice-president Mike Pence
    Back up on my shit in a sidekick as I lay it on a spike strip
    These are things that I'd rather do than hear you on a mic
    Since nine tenths of your rhyme is about ice and
    Jesus Christ, man, how many times is
    Someone gonna fuck on my bitch? (Fuck my side chick!)
    You won't ever see Em icy
    But as cold as I get on the M-I-C
    I polarize shit, so the Thames might freeze
    And your skull might split like I passed you upside it
    Bitch, I got the club on smash like a nightstick (yeah)
    Turn down for what?
    I ain't loud enough, nah, turn the Valium up!
    'Cause I don't know how I'm gonna get your mouths to shut
    Now when it doesn't matter what caliber
    I spit at, I'll bet a hundred thousand bucks
    You'll turn around and just be like, "Man, how the fuck
    Sourpuss gonna get mad just 'cause his album sucks?
    And now he wants to take it out on us." (ooouuu)
    But last week, an ex-fan mailed me a copy
    Of The Mathers LP to tell me to study
    It'll help me get back to myself and she'll love me (ooouuu)
    I mailed the bitch back and said if I did that
    I'd just be like everyone else in the fucking industry
    Especially an effing Recovery clone of me (didn't I think)
    So finger-bang, chicken wang, MGK, Iggy 'zae
    Lil Pump, Lil Xan imitate Lil Wayne
    I should aim at everybody in the game, pick a name
    I'm fed up with bein' humble
    And rumor is I'm hungry, I'm sure you heard bumblings
    I heard you wanna rumble like an empty stomach
    I heard your mumblin', but it's jumbled in mumbo-jumbo
    The era that I'm from will pummel you, that's what it's comin' to
    What the fuck you're gonna do when you run into it?
    I'm gonna crumble you and I'll take a number two
    And dump on you, if you ain't Joyner
    If you ain't Kendrick or Cole or Sean then you're a goner
    I'm 'bout to bring it to anyone in this bitch who want it
    I guess when you walk into BK you expect a Whopper
    You can order a Quarter Pounder when you go to McDonald's
    But if you're lookin' to get a porterhouse you better go get Revival
    But y'all are actin' like I tried to serve you up a slider
    Maybe the vocals shoulda been auto-tuned
    And you woulda bought it
    But sayin' I no longer got it
    'Cause you missed the line and never caught it
    'Cause it went over your head, because you're too stupid to get it
    'Cause you're mentally retarded, but pretend to be the smartest
    With your expertise and knowledge, but you'll never be an artist
    And I'm harder on myself than you could ever be regardless
    What I'll never be is flawless, all I'll ever be is honest
    Even when I'm gone they're gonna say I brought it
    Even when I hit my forties like a fuckin' alcoholic
    With a bottle full of malt liquor
    But I couldn't bottle this shit any longer
    The fact that I know that I'ma hit my bottom
    If I don't pull myself from the jaws of defeat and rise to my feet
    I don't see why y'all even started with me
    I get impeached, my enemies die
    I don't cease fire 'til at least all are deceased
    I'm eastside, never be caught slippin'
    Now you see why I don't sleep, not even a wink, I don't blink
    I don't doze off, I don't even nod to the beats
    I don't even close my fuckin' eyes when I sneeze
    "Aw, man! That BET cypher was weak, it was garbage
    The Thing ain't even orange—oh my God, that's a reach!"
    Shout to all my colorblind people
    Each and everyone of y'all, if you call a fire engine green
    Aquamarine, or you think water is pink
    "Dawg, that's a date." "Looks like an olive to me."
    "Look, there's an apple!" "No, it's not, it's a peach!"
    So finger-bang, Pootie Tang
    Burger King, Gucci Gang, dookie, dang
    Charlamagne gonna hate anyway, doesn't matter what I say
    Give me Donkey of the Day
    What a way for 2018 to get underway
    But I'm gonna say everything that I wanna say
    Welcome to the slaughterhouse, bitch! (yeah)
    Invite 'em in like a One A Day
    I'm not done (preach)
    'Cause I feel like the beast of burden
    That line in the sand, was it even worth it?
    'Cause the way I see people turnin's
    Makin' it seem worthless, it's startin' to defeat the purpose
    I'm watchin' my fan base shrink to thirds
    And I was just tryin' to do the right thing, but word
    Has the court of public opinion reached a verdict
    Or still yet to be determined?
    'Cause I'm determined to be me, critique the worship
    But if I could go back, I'd at least reword it
    And say I empathize with the people this evil serpent
    Sold the dream to that he's deserted
    But I think it's workin'
    These verses are makin' him a wee bit nervous
    And he's too scurred to answer me with words
    'Cause he knows that he will lyrically get murdered
    But I know at least he's heard it
    'Cause Agent Orange just sent the Secret Service
    To meet in person to see if I really think of hurtin' him
    Or ask if I'm linked to terrorists
    I said, "Only when it comes to ink and lyricists."
    But my beef is more media journalists
    (Hold up, hold up, hold up…)
    I said my beef is more meaty, a journalist
    Can get a mouthful of flesh
    And yes, I mean eating a penis
    'Cause they been pannin' my album to death
    So I been givin' the media fingers
    Don't wanna turn this to a counselling sesh
    But they been puttin' me through the wringer
    So I ain't ironin' shit out with the press
    But I just took this beat to the cleaners
  • Kamikaze

    Okay, how do I say this? (fack, fack, fack)
    Last year didn't work out so well for me (fack, fack, fack) (fack last year)
    2018, welp (fack, fack)

    Yeah, I'm a fucking kamikaze crashing into everything
    You beat me Islamic Nazi, that means there is no such thing
    I've been going for your jugular since Craig G Duck Alert
    Wedgie in my underwear, the whole bedsheet and the comforter
    Stuck up in my rectal crack, kiss my disrespectful ass
    I'll ride through your cul-de-sac
    Window cracked bumpin' your reference tracks
    You collab on a referent rap, I have never said his raps
    Overstayed my welcome
    Stepped in crap and ruined your welcome mat
    So spit that shit from the heart, you didn't write like you wrote it
    While I T-bagged the microphone 'cause I go nuts on it
    Like a fighter jet lined with explosives that'll strike any moment
    Headed right at opponents and I'm the fucking pilot that flown it
    I'm 'bout to

    Smash into everyone, crash into everything
    Back and I just begun, "FACK" 2017
    Fack, fack on everyone
    Fack, fack on everyone
    Fack, fack on everyone
    I'm a Kamikaze, gonna
    Smash into everyone, crash like an F-15
    Damage already done, y'all shoulda' let me be
    Fack, fack on everyone
    Fack, fack on everyone
    Fack, fack on everyone
    I'm a Kamikaze, gonna

    I turned on rap 'cause it made me feel tough when I wasn't
    From the moment I heard rap was cussin', I wasn't
    Which is why I identify with the guy who I was invented by
    Dre's Frankenstein, energized like a nine volt
    Ice cold like Snake Eyes, buy some rope on a dice roll
    But if the only reason I blow is 'cause I'm white though
    Why don't every other white rapper sell what I sold? (ooh)
    Kamikaze pilot, I wrote my suicide note
    Here come the guys in white coats tryna stop me
    'Fore I jump behind the controls and try to fly into foes
    'Cause I'm takin' y'all with me when I go cyclone
    I don't think this typhoon's letting up any time soon, here I go
    Eyes closed, blindfolded, I'm 'bout to

    Smash into everyone, crash into everything
    Back and I just begun, "FACK" 2017
    Fack, fack on everyone
    Fack, fack on everyone
    Fack, fack on everyone
    I'm a Kamikaze, gonna
    Smash into everyone, crash like an F-15
    Damage already done, y'all shoulda' let me be
    Fack, fack on everyone
    Fack, fack on everyone
    Fack, fack on everyone
    I'm a Kamikaze, gonna

    Smash
    Kamikaze, kamikaze
    Kamikaze, kamikaze, kami-kamikaze
    Look at what I've done

    I heard your freestyle on Shade 45, that shit was embarrassing
    There is no way we ever hear that shit again, I guarantee
    That way, that shit was so ass, it's something we wouldn't dare re-air it
    Shit's embarrassing, is me rear ending Terreri Bear
    In my therapy chair, my dick is the hair length of Cher
    Each nut is the chair with [?] beware
    Lyrically I'm terrible, better get your lyrics prepared
    Richard Ramirez is here
    Serially killing every therapist, is it-

    Wait, wait, got the eeriest feeling something evil is lurking
    I'm no conspiracy theorist but something here is afoot
    Oh yeah, it's my dick
    Get the measurement stick (what)
    Twelve inches of wood
    Wait, but I've been going for your jugular like Craig G Duck Alert
    And I've come to pay respects 'cause if you sleep, you're fucked
    Other words, you get laid to rest
    And I hope your butt is hurt
    Put me on a track, I go cray on it like a color book
    You got some views, but you're still below me
    Mine are higher so when you compare our views, you get overlooked
    And I don't say the hook unless I wrote the hook
    And now I'm just freestylin' in the vocal booth
    And you know I've always spoke the truth
    You lyin' through your teeth so much, you broke a tooth
    And it ain't somethin' I need a phone to do
    When I say I can't wait 'til I get ahold of you
    And I don't know what I'm s'posed to do
    Line up the rappers, take my pic like a photo shoot
  • Like Home

    Yeah
    Shout to everybody
    Who's been on this trip with me
    You don't have to agree
    But if you feel like me

    Someone get this aryan a sheet
    Time to bury him, so tell him to prepare to get impeached
    Everybody on your feet
    This is where is where terrorism and heroism meets, square up in the streets
    This chump barely even sleeps
    All he does is watch Fox News like a parrot and repeats
    While he looks like a canary with a beak
    Why you think banned transgenders from the military with a tweet?
    He's trying to divide us, this shit's like a cult
    But like Johnny, he'll only unite us
    'Cuz nothing drives us inside like this fight does
    Similar to when two cars collide 'cause our spirits are crushed
    This spot's a tight one
    But here the jaws of life come to pull us from the wreckage
    That's what we get pride from
    When we can't wear stars and stripes 'cause this type of pickle we're in is hard to deal
    But there's always tomorrow still
    If we start from the scratch like a scab for scars to heal
    And band together for Charolettesville
    And for heaven's fallen heroes
    Fill his wall with murals, Nevada get up
    Hit the damn resetter, let's start from zero
    This is our renewal, spray tan get ride of
    Get a brand new, better, America
    And here's to where we're from

    This is where it all began, all began (stand up)
    Here's to the land that made me
    And made me who I am, who I am (hands up)
    Here's to the land that raised me
    There's home for the only place that really knows me
    From the cracks in the road that drove me
    There's no place like home

    Didn't wanna piss your base off, did ya?
    Can't denounce the klan, 'cuz they'd break off with ya
    You stay on Twitter, made to get your hate off, Nazi
    I don't see a way y'all differ, at all
    You got a race card with a swastika with your name carved in it
    Then it should be your trademark, all you did is play off
    You played off, so I guess it pays to feed off of chaos
    So basically, you Adolf Hitler
    But you ain't ruining our country, punk
    You won't take our pride from us
    You won't define us
    'Cuz like a dictionary, things are looking up
    So much, got a sprained neck
    Knew we would rise up
    Against this train wreck and take a stand
    Even if it mean sitting when they raise the flag
    This ain't the Star Spangled Banner
    This man praised a statue of General Lee, because
    He generally hates the black people, degrades hispanics
    Take it back to the Shady national convention
    Wish I would have spit on him before I went to shake his hand at the event
    Or maybe had the wherewithal to know that he was gonna try to
    Thought he was gonna tear apart a sacred land
    We cherish and stand for, so
    Hands in the air, let's hear it for
    The start of a brand new America
    Without him, we can be proud of where we're from
    And here's to where we're from

    This is where it all began, all began (stand up)
    Here's to the land that made me
    And made me who I am, who I am (hands up)
    Here's to the land that raised me
    There's home for the only place that really knows me
    From the cracks in the road that drove me
    There's no place like home

    I won't give up
    I won't give up on my home, that so many died for
    You already know that I won't give up
    I won't give up on my home, that so many died for
    You already know there's no place like home, no place like home
    Wherever I go, no place like home
    No place like home, no place like home
    Wherever I go

    This is where it all began, all began (stand up)
    Here's to the land that made me
    And made me who I am, who I am (hands up)
    Here's to the land that raised me
    There's home for the only place that really knows me
    From the cracks in the road that drove me
    There's no place like home
 
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