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It was there he was born in Words by Kristan J. Caryl That was a long time ago now, but in a thick Brooklyn accent, Adam Mitchell effortlessly recalls the sights, scenes and sounds of the nineties as if they were yesterday.
Dollar twenty-five please. Thanks fer askin, pop! I'll come right outta the booth and fuckin' whack ya, you fuckin' prick!
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Lost in a world full of hate in a world fed by envy Disgusted by the scum of the earth treating you as some dirt Rejected by your own flesh and blood, feed the pain, feeding my hurt Stabbed in the back by your friends, see the blood on their hands. Lost in a mind full of pain, it's slowly driving you insane Self inflicting torture and pain, put the gun to your brain Cursed by the Devil, his blood, feel the pain, filling my hurt Stoned and betrayed by your friends, wash the guilt from their hands. Die motherfucker die You piece of shit, fucking lowlife My vengeance will be pure and so sweet Now I'm watching you bleed. Die motherfucker die You piece of shit, fucking lowlife This one's for my hatred And this will make the suffer complete.
It was there he was born in That was a long time ago now, but in a thick Brooklyn accent, Adam Mitchell effortlessly recalls the sights, scenes and sounds of the nineties as if they were yesterday. His passion is infectious; the details obsessive, and his love for the borough burns strong despite it being where his father was murdered while out driving a taxi in and where the brothers were once walled up by police who mistakenly thought they were dealing drugs.
Rats, rats, everywhere you look Everywhere you turn there's rats Rats, rats, eating all your books, looking at your photographs Rats, rats, nesting in your closets, hiding underneath your socks Living in your living rooms, sleeping by your bedroom clocks There must be a couple million and more are coming every day! Soon there could be a couple billion how will you make us go away? Those dirty rats! They're ruining everything!