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Extreme It S A Monster

It's gone too far, that's who we are It's a monster We all have within us It's a monster It's a monster Turns us into sinners It's a monster It started

It's gone too far, that's who we are It's a monster We all have within us It's a monster It's a monster Turns us into sinners It's a monster It started

It's gone too far, that's who we are It's a monster We all have within us It's a monster It's a monster Turns us into sinners It's a monster It started

a bitch with a menstral Claiming you a murderer and spelt it wrong You but the "E" before the "D" because that's all you on You on Pac's dick (bitch

for his playing, such sensitivity Monsters of the present are the monsters of the past Took a look in your lyric book, your head's right up my arse It's

Born into a life of suffering Scientific prodding now beings Vestigial extremities a twisted mass of skin It looks a monster but they swear it's human

a bitch wit a menstrol Claimin' you a murderer and you spelled it wrong You put 'e' before the 'd' 'cause that's all you on You on Pac's dick, you a

ha... ha haa?¦ it is kind of a funny story He lives in a four by two glass box It reminds me of my head I wish my floor would have rocks, But it's covered

goody-two-shoe politicians Or lobbyist, addicted to tobacco Whores, and social drinks Now's the time for us stoner's to revolt Take back a country We lost a