| 作曲 : C. McCarthy/J. Ullmann/M. Wojcicki | |
| I've lost track of my body count, The amount is enormous | |
| Dropped in sector four | |
| Non-conformist intimidates, Eliminating all heads of state | |
| The punishment is banishment | |
| Tarnishing and vanishing | |
| I'm runnin' shit | |
| Titanic panicking, Manic depressant | |
| Addicted to adolescence, At the end of the crescent | |
| Dragon's eyes glow fluorescent | |
| Second-guess and rest in peace | |
| Get laced in radioactive waste that's released | |
| Feast fit for a king | |
| Then bring two servants | |
| Words swervin' and curvin' | |
| You'll get what you deservin', It's urgent | |
| Mad Child slice precise like a surgeon | |
| Emergency exit's where you're headin' | |
| Ha, forget it | |
| [Hook (both)] | |
| I'm your host to the roller coaster | |
| Stick to your guns and cling to your holster | |
| X2 | |
| [Prevail] | |
| As MC's slowly slip into sleep | |
| Without bailin' with their hands up | |
| Their homeboys act like Casey and Finnegan | |
| Now this tends to send trends of frenzy, In to forensics | |
| And then medics get hit | |
| Lips spread like books of Dianetics | |
| I'm a credit to my field of study | |
| I, I kneel to nobody | |
| You'll be as lucky as Lucy-Ann | |
| If you get a word in edgewise | |
| When it comes to being word wise , I've got an edge | |
| And a worldwide urge | |
| To rock on more wax than Verve | |
| I'm in a class of my own | |
| And still throw the great curve | |
| The great curves of a poet | |
| Is to run short on ideas | |
| Works twice like two-way mirrors | |
| My advice might slice like shears | |
| [Hook (both)] | |
| I'm your host to the roller coaster | |
| Stick to your guns and cling to your holster | |
| X2 | |
| [Mad Child] | |
| The penalty is execution, Suffer consequences | |
| Intense as a prison riot, Barbed wire fences | |
| Tenses, your Excellency senses | |
| Assassins in the entrance, Disguised as my apprentice | |
| Nonequivalent sibilance in every sentence | |
| Send a message up by horse | |
| Back to the castle, through the forests | |
| Over the hill with no hassle | |
| Scrolls scripted in gold, Ancient enlightenment | |
| Wizardry and wisdom, Expressive excitement | |
| Handsome and lonesome, The brand new heaviest | |
| Lunacy in unison | |
| Magnificent specimen | |
| [Prevail] | |
| The pinpointed path , Through the pit and the pendulum | |
| Hypnotic gases still whirl | |
| On the last curl of the wind mast, And narrows in | |
| With Apollo and Ottomans, To cause pestilence | |
| And rid the prominence, Of so called dominance | |
| He and I the most decadent | |
| With a promise of providence | |
| I'm adamant about your iris | |
| Seeing the style I use, When it's evident | |
| I compile a charge , Like an alkaline pile | |
| The concubines of pantomimes | |
| More war chants and streamlined design | |
| In the line, ligaments | |
| With imagined figments | |
| The tragic and epidemic rise | |
| Of zero point five micro-pigment | |
| Can you dig it? | |
| [Hook (both)] | |
| I'm your host to the roller coaster | |
| Stick to your guns and cling to your holster | |
| X2 |
| zuo qu : C. McCarthy J. Ullmann M. Wojcicki | |
| I' ve lost track of my body count, The amount is enormous | |
| Dropped in sector four | |
| Non-conformist intimidates, Eliminating all heads of state | |
| The punishment is banishment | |
| Tarnishing and vanishing | |
| I' m runnin' shit | |
| Titanic panicking, Manic depressant | |
| Addicted to adolescence, At the end of the crescent | |
| Dragon' s eyes glow fluorescent | |
| Second-guess and rest in peace | |
| Get laced in radioactive waste that' s released | |
| Feast fit for a king | |
| Then bring two servants | |
| Words swervin' and curvin' | |
| You' ll get what you deservin', It' s urgent | |
| Mad Child slice precise like a surgeon | |
| Emergency exit' s where you' re headin' | |
| Ha, forget it | |
| Hook both | |
| I' m your host to the roller coaster | |
| Stick to your guns and cling to your holster | |
| X2 | |
| Prevail | |
| As MC' s slowly slip into sleep | |
| Without bailin' with their hands up | |
| Their homeboys act like Casey and Finnegan | |
| Now this tends to send trends of frenzy, In to forensics | |
| And then medics get hit | |
| Lips spread like books of Dianetics | |
| I' m a credit to my field of study | |
| I, I kneel to nobody | |
| You' ll be as lucky as Lucy-Ann | |
| If you get a word in edgewise | |
| When it comes to being word wise, I' ve got an edge | |
| And a worldwide urge | |
| To rock on more wax than Verve | |
| I' m in a class of my own | |
| And still throw the great curve | |
| The great curves of a poet | |
| Is to run short on ideas | |
| Works twice like two-way mirrors | |
| My advice might slice like shears | |
| Hook both | |
| I' m your host to the roller coaster | |
| Stick to your guns and cling to your holster | |
| X2 | |
| Mad Child | |
| The penalty is execution, Suffer consequences | |
| Intense as a prison riot, Barbed wire fences | |
| Tenses, your Excellency senses | |
| Assassins in the entrance, Disguised as my apprentice | |
| Nonequivalent sibilance in every sentence | |
| Send a message up by horse | |
| Back to the castle, through the forests | |
| Over the hill with no hassle | |
| Scrolls scripted in gold, Ancient enlightenment | |
| Wizardry and wisdom, Expressive excitement | |
| Handsome and lonesome, The brand new heaviest | |
| Lunacy in unison | |
| Magnificent specimen | |
| Prevail | |
| The pinpointed path, Through the pit and the pendulum | |
| Hypnotic gases still whirl | |
| On the last curl of the wind mast, And narrows in | |
| With Apollo and Ottomans, To cause pestilence | |
| And rid the prominence, Of so called dominance | |
| He and I the most decadent | |
| With a promise of providence | |
| I' m adamant about your iris | |
| Seeing the style I use, When it' s evident | |
| I compile a charge, Like an alkaline pile | |
| The concubines of pantomimes | |
| More war chants and streamlined design | |
| In the line, ligaments | |
| With imagined figments | |
| The tragic and epidemic rise | |
| Of zero point five micro-pigment | |
| Can you dig it? | |
| Hook both | |
| I' m your host to the roller coaster | |
| Stick to your guns and cling to your holster | |
| X2 |
| zuò qǔ : C. McCarthy J. Ullmann M. Wojcicki | |
| I' ve lost track of my body count, The amount is enormous | |
| Dropped in sector four | |
| Non-conformist intimidates, Eliminating all heads of state | |
| The punishment is banishment | |
| Tarnishing and vanishing | |
| I' m runnin' shit | |
| Titanic panicking, Manic depressant | |
| Addicted to adolescence, At the end of the crescent | |
| Dragon' s eyes glow fluorescent | |
| Second-guess and rest in peace | |
| Get laced in radioactive waste that' s released | |
| Feast fit for a king | |
| Then bring two servants | |
| Words swervin' and curvin' | |
| You' ll get what you deservin', It' s urgent | |
| Mad Child slice precise like a surgeon | |
| Emergency exit' s where you' re headin' | |
| Ha, forget it | |
| Hook both | |
| I' m your host to the roller coaster | |
| Stick to your guns and cling to your holster | |
| X2 | |
| Prevail | |
| As MC' s slowly slip into sleep | |
| Without bailin' with their hands up | |
| Their homeboys act like Casey and Finnegan | |
| Now this tends to send trends of frenzy, In to forensics | |
| And then medics get hit | |
| Lips spread like books of Dianetics | |
| I' m a credit to my field of study | |
| I, I kneel to nobody | |
| You' ll be as lucky as Lucy-Ann | |
| If you get a word in edgewise | |
| When it comes to being word wise, I' ve got an edge | |
| And a worldwide urge | |
| To rock on more wax than Verve | |
| I' m in a class of my own | |
| And still throw the great curve | |
| The great curves of a poet | |
| Is to run short on ideas | |
| Works twice like two-way mirrors | |
| My advice might slice like shears | |
| Hook both | |
| I' m your host to the roller coaster | |
| Stick to your guns and cling to your holster | |
| X2 | |
| Mad Child | |
| The penalty is execution, Suffer consequences | |
| Intense as a prison riot, Barbed wire fences | |
| Tenses, your Excellency senses | |
| Assassins in the entrance, Disguised as my apprentice | |
| Nonequivalent sibilance in every sentence | |
| Send a message up by horse | |
| Back to the castle, through the forests | |
| Over the hill with no hassle | |
| Scrolls scripted in gold, Ancient enlightenment | |
| Wizardry and wisdom, Expressive excitement | |
| Handsome and lonesome, The brand new heaviest | |
| Lunacy in unison | |
| Magnificent specimen | |
| Prevail | |
| The pinpointed path, Through the pit and the pendulum | |
| Hypnotic gases still whirl | |
| On the last curl of the wind mast, And narrows in | |
| With Apollo and Ottomans, To cause pestilence | |
| And rid the prominence, Of so called dominance | |
| He and I the most decadent | |
| With a promise of providence | |
| I' m adamant about your iris | |
| Seeing the style I use, When it' s evident | |
| I compile a charge, Like an alkaline pile | |
| The concubines of pantomimes | |
| More war chants and streamlined design | |
| In the line, ligaments | |
| With imagined figments | |
| The tragic and epidemic rise | |
| Of zero point five micro-pigment | |
| Can you dig it? | |
| Hook both | |
| I' m your host to the roller coaster | |
| Stick to your guns and cling to your holster | |
| X2 |
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