| Spin a dice and it’s Vegas rigged
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| A glass full of conobine
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| You’re off your head you take a
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| A blood shot without the boom
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| Another hit of toxin closer to exhume
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| I’m feelin' lips
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| I’m feelin' cherry
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| I’m feelin' juicy
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| You look so pretty with your diamonds
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| And your designer Botox
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| You’ll have to put something special
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| In that little red box
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| Got no cards, but still got your hand
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| Her snake eyes are casting
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| A diamond disdain and now you
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| Got no sleeves, wishin' you could cheat
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| Try to run away when, you ain’t got feet
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| I’m feelin' lips
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| I’m feelin' cherry
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| I’m feelin' ripe
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| I’m feelin', lickin', suckin', fuckin'
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| I’m feelin' juicy
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| Razor, ruin, rust, restrain
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| Mutilate your body, but don’t touch your name
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| Rancour, ruin, wrath, erase
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| Better lose an eye than lose your face
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| One more black line will ease that limb away
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| Mind-destroying angel made your judgment sway
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| Exsanguination left you insane but it’s
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| Hard to use an axe when you ain’t got hands
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| I’m feelin' lips
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| I’m feelin' cherry
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| I’m feelin' ripe
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| I’m feelin', lickin', suckin', fuckin'
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| I’m feelin' juicy |