| This one’s a concrete eater, man
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| Stoned with nasty mouth
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| She’s eating concrete, man (x2)
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| And that’s not rats they got wings
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| Well that’s some Prada bashing something
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| To sing…
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| Well that’s not people north & south
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| Like a ripped up tear, put, on my mouth
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| That don’t hurt, em' they got wings
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| Rip it, smash it, break it, smash it again
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| Well I’ve got people Noth & South
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| Rip up, pull out the chair & pull out the revival
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| Slow down & take the jollee off (x4)
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| Lice with people they got wings
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| We’ll ask her prodly, nicely, kill 'er teach her to sing
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| Thats not rats, they got wings
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| We’ll ask her prodly, nicely, kill 'em teach her to sing
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| Well I got horses they got wings
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| I can ask 'em Rip it, smash it, break it, smash it again
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| Well I got people North & South, that can
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| Rip it, dig it, leg it rip it dig it out
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| Slow down & take the jollee off (x4)
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| She got gear
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| Pissing on ceiling
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| She pissing when kneeling
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| Pissed on fire
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| The flames were hot
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| So she pissed in a cup
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| The Fuck cup wrong
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| She pissed on the mat
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| Folds of fat, fat, fat…
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| She sat on a trap
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| The cup was round
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| So she pissed on the ground
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| Slow down & take the jolly off (x2)
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| It better be concrete
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| She’s eaten concrete (Not in my world)
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| She’s eaten concrete (Not in my world)
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| She’s eaten concrete
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| She’s eaten concrete (Not in my world)
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| She’s eaten concrete |