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Jordon: Ok then! everybody, listen up I'm going to hell, who's coming with me

Lora: Somebody, please help him I think my brother gone crazy

Jordon: He told me to let loose and spit at the gangstas What up Gotten in this little war you pushed on
But your brain's brawn, and brass balls And launch one of these russians, and blast off

Lora: My brother lost it There's really nothin' else to say I, i can't explain it

Jordon: Theres nothin' you could do or say that could ever change me
There's no one on earth that can save me, not even Lora It's like my mother always told me Jordon Jordon Jordon Jordon Jordon If you aint got nothin' nice to say then don't say nothin' uh.. Then quit bringin my flows, quit giving me my ammo
Can't you see why i'm so mean if y'all leave me alone, this wouldn't be my I wouldn't have to go eenie meenie minie mo Catch a homo by his toe, man i don't know no more Am i the only one who's normal any more

Lora: My songs can make you cry, take you by surprise And at the same time, make you dry your eyes with the same rhyme see what you're seeing is a genius at work Which to me isn't work, so it's easy to misinterpret it at first, Cuz when i speak, More pain inside of my brain, than the eyes of a little girl inside of a plane Aimed at the world trade Screaming at the sky, till clouds gather
(bang)

Jordon: I'm going to hell, who's coming with me