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The employee of the yearYeah, I'm back to workLet that label sell old Cage songsand Weathermen shirtsThey threw a whack titleOn that Weathermen songWhich was another remixWhere you synced my shit up all wrongSeemed a bit maliciousLike you tried to fuck with the missionBut upon departure y'all checked nothingJust carried on my visionWrote till by fingers bledGot no respect or loveSo now y'all can pay me backBy writing out my check in bloodDon't pay me no mind if my records are wrecklessThis time around I'm just one of you fucking depressed kidsYou saw the bottle splashNext see the text square walkIn the studio, chained to the boardWith a mini-cassette playerThe H in Mother Nature's arm through intravenousTrips in seasonsBut Weathermen's still who the team isWanna see weathertron assemble like republicans?Letras de cancionesBut when we transform it'll be just for the fuck of itAnd I got more days than left on this earth invested'Cause this piece of me needsI broke more nights just to sleep and bleed through breakfast'Cause this piece of me feedsSuffered a hundred pen stabs to the head, up restless'Cause this piece of me lovesDon't fuck with weather prayers, I got a major deathwish'Cause this piece of me isGoing to church I didn't feel right"Christian doesn't kneel right"Tried to kill myself in musicBecause I tried to do it in real lifeBorn with my circuitry and my programmer's hands firstActing anarchy, a freshmenNot blending in with Hammer pantsSophomore graduated with unspeakable actsYou had the balls to rip me offHave 'em when I sneak up with YakI gave you eons to pay me my money backStalling like it ain'tMy how the mighty have fallenI stab my mom and pop label common stopY'all still owe me doughTime to go back to mom and popCom on, stop, its sillyHow did you reallyThink you had homefield advantage In New York, reppin' Philly?And I got more days than left on this earth invested'Cause this piece of me needsI broke more nights just to sleep and bleed through breakfast'Cause this piece of me feedsSuffered a hundred pen stabs to the head, up restless'Cause this piece of me lovesDon't fuck with weather prayers, I got a major deathwish'Cause this piece of me isKnuckles bloody, no sleepSeen three days tankedWay to break jawsMy sister filled with teenage angstAnd the only therapy is what's read on paperFunny, how the same applies to seeing blood on moneySplash you in the face with liquid nitrogenSee if it freeze then smash youBrain cats, doggy, I'm VietnameseNot sure what heaven isBut I know hell is hereUsed to stuff trees into bottles like BelvedereJust to see clearer, cracked my rear view mirrorNow the schizophrenics in it are closer than they appearI'm light years beyond my apocalyptic daydreamTo ridin' around with guns in a van with my A-teamThe fire in the sky that rises to sink nightJust another morningI wake up too left to think rightThe much better looking white Al RokerAfter gastric bypassBrings the weatherIt's overAnd I got more days than left on this earth invested'Cause this piece of me needsI broke more nights just to sleep and bleed through breakfast'Cause this piece of me feedsSuffered a hundred pen stabs to the head, up restless'Cause this piece of me lovesDon't fuck with weather prayers, I got a major deathwish'Cause this piece of me is From Letras Mania