| Since you paid five bucks to get into this motherfucker
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| And every other girl thinks she looks better than the others
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| This is your opportunity
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| Soon as we on deck
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| So you’re not acting your age
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| And you figuring «what the heck»
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| No respect for yourself or the other ladies in here
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| You just want to make your way to the bar and escape with a beer
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| That’s more than A-OK with me
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| Ho I’m making it clear
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| This is your song tonight but you’ve got to listen to hear
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| That I’m disrespecting you off top to stop flirtin'
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| All you think I’m talking 'bout you
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| But really you’re not certain
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| Cocks working for that pussy, I’m calling 'em dick heads
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| They parade around the picket pretending they get bread
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| Go on ahead, have another of whatever you like
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| This is for every chick who’ll probably get a DUI tonight
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| When I write, I might get over like Dirge having a sober night
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| But you know not to bite any part of the sodomite like that
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| Say what, say what, say what
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| Say what, say what, say what
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| Say what, say what, say what
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| Say what, say what
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| Who say what like six middle fingers up
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| Or two ducks with ther dying friends, let’s pretend
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| That we all out for a good time
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| Intertwined like ropes
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| Waite a minute, that’s just a joke
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| I’d rather be poking you out like it’s acupuncture
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| Been in at every joint to collapse the structure
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| Forget the eight fingers find a way to touch ya
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| Down and you take the choke hand to face I’ll mush ya
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| That’s just another way to say that she swallowing
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| Damn, she came to grips that I never spit hollow tips
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| Ooh that’s just some silly shit she caught into following
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| Soul servers, CES cru
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| Learn to bite what you borrowing
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| We all find a way to get a check
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| And tomorrow send shelter from the fallout when the rest of you falling in
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| Say what, say what, say what
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| Say what, say what, say what
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| Say what, say what, say what
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| Say what, say what
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| I stand alone in crowded rooms
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| Loose it, from time to time I go out and howl at moons
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| Mind playing tricks on me, Its only noon
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| Around every corner I can feel my doom
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| Impending and creeping, looming like the dark clouds
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| Biting and striking
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| I’m careful where I walk now
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| And who I talk to
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| How much
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| Because I’m feeling like I could walk through just about anything
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| But my walls close in
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| Upper-body moving
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| But my feet, frozen to the concrete
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| Like mafia figures in rivers
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| Lungs filling up with water
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| My body it quivers
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| And as the last bit of oxygen leaves my chest
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| I rise my head from rest drenched in cold sweat
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| In a padded room
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| … In a padded room
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| … In a padded room
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| … In a padded room
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| Say what, say what, say what
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| Say what, say what, say what
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| Say what, say what, say what
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| Say what, say what |