Contradiction

Welcome to the jungle, where I never stumble
Crumble and slip
You mumbling, bumbling, stuttering
Fumbling pricks

I'm coming home toward the composite nights
And surprise you bonkers
Take your face off, sow it to my head
And hide amongst ya

My lungs are like a random lethal weapon
Keep the reaper stressing
Even he was guessing
His wife sleeps with the wesson
Everyone's the best to the best
In the best division
Put you in a stress position
Reposess you at your exorcism

Run a thousand miles
And beat you in your RS6
Throw a thousand bricks
Like a hundred thousand rowdy kids
You couldn't oust me
With a thousand cans of oust spray
Even if you burn me
My ashes spill out the outbreak

Turn the whole town upside down
Have you running like Wee Willie Winkie, just in your night gown
Walking like a bunch of vigilante witch hunters
With the wrong description
Hands on the bible like the contradiction

We're like the contradiction
We're like the contradiction
We're like the contradiction
We're like the contradiction
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With the wrong description
Hands on the bible like the contradiction

Like the contradiction
We're like the contradiction

We're like the contradiction
We're like the contradiction
We're like the contradiction
We're like the contradiction
We're like the contradiction
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With the wrong description
Hands on the bible like the contradiction

Like the contradiction
Like the contradiction