| Raised by a wolf
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| Our pack is anti-queen
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| But I’m a prince with a strong taste for all them girls
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| I smell you — meat
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| At least that’s what I smell
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| I’m going off to war
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| I know, I know, I own
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| I never need
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| I never set
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| Will clip for those hips 'cause the power’s better yet
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| It’s a passion test
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| Some what you ever wanna think
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| Take what I want
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| Shit at getting her
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| 'Cause I see
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| Running at people exiting
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| Pushing
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| Running at people exiting
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| I own the rights
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| But you think I’ve gone too far
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| Wherever that Mary roams, be sure that I will go
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| You call me sick
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| I’m just saying I’m not sold
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| 'Cause she’s the one that came back more than she can hold
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| Look at her strutting round, she’s all dressed up to astound
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| What does she expect if she’s letting it all hang out
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| Girl, your intentions were to get all us guys real wound
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| We call the hounds, it’s hunting grounds
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| You had it comin' for ya
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| I see
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| Running at people exiting
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| Pushing
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| Running at people exiting
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| I’m running at people
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| Running at people exiting
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| Seems my work here is done
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| Water turning red from the blood off my hands
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| No regrets
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| Playin' games turned to laughter
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| Now you live with the shame
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| Playin' games turned to laughter
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| Now you live with the shame
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| Look at her strutting round, she’s all dressed up to astound
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| What does she expect if she’s letting it all hang out
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| Girl, your intentions were to get all us guys real wound
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| We call our hounds, it’s hunting grounds
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| You had it comin' for ya
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| I see
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| I’m running at people exiting
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| Pushing
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| I’m running at people exiting
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| I’m running at people
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| Running at people exiting |