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Grand Finale

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Grand Finale

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The hallucinations have stopped, finally

Thank God, but uh, my adrenaline reserves

Are burning out and I'm staring straight into

The face of a total psychotic freako

And if by chance it's my grand finale

Bury me in allegheny county

It's the, the most hated, so faded that I'm bow-legged

Don't beg, gross gang, smell like old lo-mein

Shit, the flow dangerous, make you wanna do the wave

Throw your bitch right off your lap and start a standing ovation

The most strangest, master of the ceremonies

A fifth of stoli then it’s only cher and moby karaoke

My bitch a shooter, call her annie oakley

Get you for a pair of kobe's, just got out on probation

And no famous friends for me, just old faces

I only go places wasted like I'm joe namath

Not a king, I'm no david, music, I'm a crackhead

No hobbies and recreation, don't even know my address

Self medicate, self education

Rick rubin showed me transcendental meditation

Let us have a grand finale

The world will be just fine without me

And I don't got a smile on his face

Slow it down, we goin' out with a bang

Are you ready for the fireworks?

It was a silent night 'til the fireworks

I fear nothin' on this odyssey of dark roads

God lives in my dog's soul, the devil in his dog bowl

We are the prophets, Jesus was a poor sport

He booted nostradamus, turned water into wine

But he loved the gin and tonic, had skeletons in his closet

Even God will one day be forgotten

And recently I've been feelin', I've been feelin' like

It'd be really nice to get to sit with mickey weiss

Shoot the shit 'bout life, he'd be pissed I'm sniffin' white

Never got to see me grow up, how long it take to live a life?

I'm a bit surprised that I'm even still alive

Mixin' uppers and downers, practically suicide

My old jewish mind, remember music will be fine

And I make my own peace now, if you behind

Hallucination's how I use my mind

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