| It’s the beginning of the end, so you might as well set fire to your friends
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| But it ain’t alpha and omega, it’s just Nintendo and Sega
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| I’m a rear gun kid, here to flip your lid
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| I’m a stone cold fox, spreading a bubonic pox
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| I’m a zodiac killer, I’m a three dollar biller
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| I’m a rooftop sniper, shooting roadmen in diapers
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| A shotgun is a good substitute for mouthwash
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| Drunk controllers eat their lunch at their desktops
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| Why stop working if you enjoy what you do?
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| Jesus turned the other cheek, and I’ll strike that one too
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| A million little pieces will never be enough for you
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| But the honorable blood we’ve spilled should be blue
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| I’m an American nightmare hiding in a Mexican salad bar
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| Last night I dreamt I went to Woostock, but I only saw Sha-Na-Na
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| Your daddy is a traitor, and your momma has thread in her hair
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| You best get to where you’re going, or else you’ll never get there
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| You best get to where you’re going, or else you’ll never get there
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| Why stop working if you enjoy what you do?
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| Jesus turned the other cheek, and I’ll strike that one too
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| A million little pieces will never be enough for you
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| But the honorable blood we’ve spilled should be blue
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| A shotgun is a good substitute for mouthwash
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| Drunk controllers eat their lunch at their desktops
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| Why stop working if you enjoy what you do? |
| (Why stop? Why stop?)
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| Jesus turned the other cheek, and I’ll strike that one too
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| A million little pieces will never be enough for you
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| But the honorable blood we’ve spilled should be blue |