| Why don’t you come out
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| Just wasting hours to call
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| And say…
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| No we’re not gonna die!
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| Thoughts evolve
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| Shall we kill
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| A lot say
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| Tell them lies it’s hard to play
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| And see my chest grow
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| For hours and hours and hours and safe for hours
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| The hours and hours and hours and hours…
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| Go tell
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| Wasting hours to talk
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| And say
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| No we’re not gonna stop!
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| Thoughts evolve
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| Shall we kill
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| A lot say
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| Tell them lies it’s hard play
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| And see my chest grow
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| For hours and hours and hours and safe for hours
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| The hours and hours and hours and hours…
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| Don’t let them take you alive!
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| The city knows my name, number and address
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| There’s no where to hide!
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| You must all hear the merciful leader of big guns
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| Watching Gotti and television talk to your son
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| Yeah 'least this plane isn’t corporated
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| To a sickness that will not be infiltrated
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| When you slip this, then you’ll see it’s automated
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| Weathermen President will be inaugurated
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| And when tapped in the vein
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| Clapped back automatic a vein snap
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| But I just wanna boogie with a same plaque
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| Weathermen will bring the beast out of a Jukie freak
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| Some of these soldiers scream at the look of me
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| While I sit back and.
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| Meditate on my medicated state of my rate
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| I can’t wait to shoot frank and loot the bank
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| And uh, it’s automated gang oughta take out the gator
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| Pulling prancin' on em' things and we breezing out of your brains some
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| For hours and hours and hours and safe for hours
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| The hours and hours and hours and hours… |