| This dog’s a bark is worse than his bite
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| First you owe five, or a good night
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| And although this one it was informed
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| This is the calm before the storm
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| Doesn’t need a leash
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| Cause all he needs is time to get a handle on what’s left to fight
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| No doors are open, ??? |
| can do
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| This is a sight, grown accustomed to
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| One for one he, picked them apart
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| Without a conscience, without a heart
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| Doesn’t need a leash
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| All he needs is time to get a handle on what’s left to fight
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| You’ll mull it over
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| Use your time wise now because you’ll end up alone
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| Some call him Rhino
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| But never Fats
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| Don’t correct him, knows where it’s at
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| Never too much, never enough
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| Common sense boy, don’t call his bluff
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| Doesn’t need a leash
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| Cause all he needs is time to get a handle on what’s left to fight
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| You’ll mull it over
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| Use your time wise now or you’ll end up alone inside a hole
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| Some call him Rhino, some call him Fats
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| Don’t forgive him, knows where it’s at
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| Never too much, never enough
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| Not a blind man, don’t call his bluff |