| «Apparently when he was getting his hay…
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| And he was getting it, I suppose, where he shouldn’t be getting it maybe…
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| But uh… he heard a banshee…
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| And he dropped everything and ran home and he was as white as a sheet and he
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| was frightened of the light and he got an awful fright, but like…
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| And somebody in the area… somebody be known to him had died…
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| Upon the night never has it so happened. |
| No. Believe it or not it could be
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| anything…»
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| What it is
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| What it is
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| I say the word and it’s over
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| Fuck what they told ya
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| What it is
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| What it is
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| The best in the world
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| Don’t care what you heard bitch
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| What it is
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| What it is
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| Fuck is the problem
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| Got em resolve em
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| I’m the resolver
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| Show up end all em
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| Mind fadin off so I gotta get rollin
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| Motions fluid like oceans
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| Got em' out wonderin' what’s the commotion
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| Look all they see a corpse is smokin'
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| Til I turn BONES and show them who own it
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| How does he pick up the world and just mold it
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| Almost as of it ain’t nothin' to hold it
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| Shit, now I want it
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| But she can’t have it
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| Shit is too fragile
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| No one can hold it but me and I’m glad too
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| Sittin' in the backyard smokin' new dope
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| While you wonder why your work don’t work
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| You can work til it hurt then they lower you in dirt
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| Then I kill your whole discog, just one verse
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| People hate fakes so the people hate you
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| The word got out now your friends hate too
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| Water level risin', only thing you can do
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| Let your lungs fill with the fluid, yes
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| What it is
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| What it is
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| I say the word and it’s over
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| Fuck what they told ya
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| What it is
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| What it is
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| You bet the world
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| Don’t care what you heard bitch
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| What it is
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| What it is
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| Fuck is the problem
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| Gotta resolve them
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| Might not resolve them
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| Show up and dole them
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| My fate enough so I gotta get rollin' |