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state of cykosis - dead beat lyrics

well, you can end up like this in a f-cked-up situation
or you can join the deadbeats, and change the f-ckin’ nation
a race of psycadh-llic warriors marching through the streets
the sound of cykosis in the land of dead beats
dead, ’cause they don’t do what society tells them
and beat, ’cause they’re tired of hearing voices saying k!ll ’em
k!ll one, k!ll who, k!ll when and k!ll why
just k!ll your f-cking mother stab your father in the f-cking eye
they to keep you from the truth, treatin’ you like a baby
maybe if they would’ve listened last year they would not be dead
time to join the children of the corn, lead not be led
heads are rockin’ out some concerts kickin’ at the asylum
it’s not an all ages show ’cause old f-cks they are not allowed
your sister screaming” black bart, he’s the pleaser of the crowd!”
that’s because i’m constantly showin’ b-tches that i’m well endowed
our shows are packed with dead beats, drunk, high and chanting lyrics loud
join the cychadellic movement kick your job to the curb
anarchy will reign supreme we’ll legalize the f-cking herb
nerds and geeks will p-ss away, only the strong will survive
everyone say black bart kickin’ black bart kicks their f-ckin’ lives

stomp your feet if you’s a dead beat!
clap your hands if you wanna be the man!
(x4)

well you can clap your hands, and stomp ya d-mn feet
i was only 13 when i became a dead beat
everyone can join this gang and be brothers
a dead beat can come in all sizes and colors
first i must explain, step number 1
you can grab a switchblade or a bat, or a gun
and scare the livin’ shit out that mother f-cking hoe
who sold yo -ss out like a grateful dead show
step number 2, now this is kinda gruesome
ask your homie’s mom, if you can pull a twosome
and if she jumps up and slaps you in the face
spray that whack b-tch in the face with some mace
ah, yes, step 3, here we go!
you must find a f-ggot then you shove his face in snow
and make him eat the shit to the very last drop
and frame his f-cking -ss so he can’t front to the cops
step number 4, now what’s this all about?
who the f-ck said you had to work or carry out?
i hope you have absorbed, our lesson is complete
and that, there is how you become a dead beat!

stomp your feet if you’s a dead beat!
clap your hands if you wanna be the man!
(x4)

yeah, 1, 2, 1, 2, f-ckin’ your speakers like this
the psychedelic warriors, so now you know bro
if you’re down with the dead beats then join the f-ckin show
where you can tell society to go to f-ckin’ h-ll
the streets are crammed with agony, profanity is yelled

no more pain and suffering
fill your eyes up with tears
[?] teaming
[?] to conquer all your fears

stomp your feet if you’s a dead beat!
clap your hands if you wanna be the man!
(x6)

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