| 1, 2, 3, 4, COUNTDOWN, 5, 6, 7, 8
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| countdown only seconds to go till your (final breath?)
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| the final burst is here and we’re preppin all the fireworks
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| stoppin every frequency from nano to the macrohertz
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| try and work it any other way you’ll be inside a hearse
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| you’ll get a shock, ONE, time when the bass is up, a lazer beam will slash you
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| in TWO, look how your face is cut
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| we play for keeps you didn’t know that this was our game, THREE times the beat
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| line is pumpin through your heart veins
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| we’re giving you the warnings, from into the FOUR corners of the world with
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| FIVE alive SIX shots will be the chorus
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| well i ain’t got a weapon, it’s sumthin i should mention, lucky number SEVEN,
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| the snare is a smith and wesson
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| the track is a monster and EIGHT everything is sure to die
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| but it’s more than fine cause these cats got more than NINE, lives committin
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| verbal murder with a pen
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| the slaughter is nearly here, it’s over, TEN |