| Haway
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| Ladies and Gentlemen
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| Weighing in at a combined 350 pounds
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| Standing 12 feet 9 inches tall
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| From Boulder, Colora—
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| 3OH!3
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| 3OH!3
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| 3OH!
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| Sick of feeling useless, sick of feeling dumb
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| Sick of feeling like we’re living by the gun
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| Over being cautious under all the stress
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| Drowning in the bullshit with this last breath
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| Things have gone and changed up, yeah
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| Used to have a Top 8, yeah
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| Now I got this sinking feeling
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| Bite down while the snake skin’s peeling
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| We right here
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| Petey Pablo gonna spin his shirt like a helicopter
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| You can take it off
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| Rub it on your skin like some peanut butter, spread it on, lick it off
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| Wait right there, woo, take a second look around
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| Who’s gonna be the one you’re gonna trust
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| When your metal fingers rust
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| And you’re digging deeper, deeper underground, underground?
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| Sick of feeling useless, sick of feeling dumb
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| Sick of feeling like we’re living by the gun
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| Over being cautious under all the stress
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| Drowning in the bullshit with this last breath
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| Switch the hitter for the pitcher, yeah
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| Sell the soul and get much richer, yeah
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| Now I got this chipped-up shoulder
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| Redder than the Devil’s boner
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| We right here
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| Natty drop a beat on your face like an older brother
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| You can soak it in
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| Put it in your mouth like a vitamin, suck it in, spit it out
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| Don’t move so fast, psych
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| Maybe you should pick it up, speed it up, show me that you give a fuck
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| 'Cause I been sitting here waiting
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| Waiting on your boyfriend to eat him up, eat him up, eat him up |