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    Copycat

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    Добавлена 1 сентября 2011 пользователем Iron Man

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    Текст песни Copycat
    Текст песни Copycat
    I'm as big as they come when I'm over the phone. I'm as
    clean as they come when I'm fixing my zone, on my own.
    Clock my clone, lock my home, cool it. I don't pretend to be
    gentle because I fool it. I tackle the Jekyll on his mission to
    crack and I be squeezing his throat and I'm beating him
    back. We gotta go for attack before he gets far, blow up
    the death star and kill the copycat. Now to the next episode
    when we are back on the road and we are racing time and
    we are cracking the code. It ain't the new player's mode
    that makes it worth while. The style we walk the extra mile.
    2500 years reclaiming what they had, don't blame the
    copycat. 70 years reminiscing what they said, don't blame
    the copycat 2500 years reclaiming what they had, don't
    blame the copycat. 70 years reminiscing what they
    said,don't blame the copycat
    I broke the fall and covered you all, so what's that. I make
    the call for bouncing the ball, you got that. Mr. Jekyll or
    Hyde well I gotta decide which one. I'll get you screaming
    like a bitch in case you want some. I'm seconds behind,
    behind my own pair of mind you see I gotta catch up if I
    wanna be found in me. Holding my brain that looks like
    going insane I feel like Dorian Grey and I'm out of the
    frame.
    Make a false move bitch I make you fall like Niagara Falls,
    big and hairy balls, hear my calls, break the dolls. Mr. Hyde
    breaking out from my fucked up mentality read the news
    tomorrow another lyrical fatality. Lurking in the shadows I
    wait for my pray to come. Striking from the darkness I invite
    you all to get some. Tall dark and handsome I hold your
    kids for ransom. Psycho motherfucker I'll be famous like
    the Hansons.
    London after dark feel me breathing down your neck,
    sending chills down your spine hear my microphone check
    one time two time three times. Here it comes. Your life is
    nothing now dust you off like bread crumbs.
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