| Bird churple through the skinment, you a better hunter
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| Guaranteed you give up lunch so now you let it puncture
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| Faces melt down and bent like rubber
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| Mixed saliva with the poison, we call it the gutter butter
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| Through Amazon waters with shaman daughters
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| Rode for hours, 48 days no showers
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| I think I see one sittin' in that tree right there
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| These hours, maneuvers, they canoed to the side of the river
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| Jumped out of it softly
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| Try not to take a step heavy, hold your breath steady
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| See him on the branch here, about to jump ready
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| Startin' to rain, we’d better move before it gets heavy
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| And then it gets sloppy, anticipation your heart beat
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| Starts to jetty, your forehead starts to get sweaty
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| I heard that type of species poisonous need be
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| Got a couple like this is, wrote a thesis on his feces
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| But it’s hard to seize these
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| Huntin' in the jungle, the same color as the leafs be
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| No one said it was easy
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| All this water beneath me
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| Got a naked gig and these toxins make 'em sleepy
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| Soon as the kid’s up in 'em, gotta find the trail
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| This air in this swamp water smells gid
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| Is that all I get? |
| Get him before he bails here
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| Pull out the pillow, Casey is the space flash light
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| Always seems to be the trait
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| So if they get close enough to hold their legs throw your way
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| Don’t wait too long or you lose your bait
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| Rain’s hard enough to make a branch bleed
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| You’re scared? |
| I see your hands shake
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| Give me that Sirrocco makes a damn case
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| Give me give me give me
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| Dieee! |