| Tiptoe behind sapper
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| Who crawls through the minefield
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| Knife in the soil, and his ear to the ground
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| Hiding in shadow, he takes the risks
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| You are the pimp who steals the sound
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| Fox breathes again, when the fox breathes again
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| When you spy a fresh face remember the rich taste
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| You want a part, at the cost of it all, so you open your flick knife
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| And lop off a thick slice
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| Envy makes the flyer fall
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| Please don’t hitch a ride with us, you leave a slime that turns to pus
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| Your appetite is out of sight
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| I think I’ll be feeding you dynamite
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| Please don’t hitch a ride with us, you leave a slime that turns to pus
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| Your appetite is out of sight
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| I think I’ll be feeding you dynamite
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| I’ll never feed you again
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| When you spy a fresh face, remember the rich taste
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| You want a part at the cost of it all, so you open your flick knife
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| And lop off a thick slice
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| Envy makes the flyer fall
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| The only way to kill this breed is stuff its face, let him feed
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| Piling the plate, pushing the load, make him eat 'til he explodes
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| The only way to kill this breed is stuff its face, let him feed
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| Piling the plate, pushing the load, make him eat 'til he explodes
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| I’ll never feed you again |