Deuce Deuce - Attila

Every day we are force fed with compiling stress

But not a single worry will ever cross me

Choices mean vices we all have our thing

The party’s in session so crown me the king

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Sex, drugs, and death metal

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What the fuck is up?

When everybody fucking talks shit

Everybody fucking talks shit

Yeah were gonna break it down like nobody ever has before

Cuz were young and fucked up, poppin da blunts up, high in the dirty south

Until the breath is taken from my lungs

I’ll be spittin a fat-track attack like a rapper on crack

Lies gargle through my veins

Minds start to go insane

Where do we put the blame?

Emotion is just a fucking game

Pieces are shattered

None of this mattered

Disregard the fine print

Oh it’s apparent, haven’t you figured us out by now?

Where my bitches?

haven’t you figured us out by now?