| I give it to you real raw
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| You try to tackle me you couldn’t make me fall
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| Forget the microphone you need the iron we squeeze
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| Play around and you’ll fall off the deep end
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| I am entertained by the pain, moth to a flame
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| Jarring over your charred remains
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| Hard to explain to the sane
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| Tarzan’s and Jane’s
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| Smaller brains
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| The disdained
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| Harder to obtain, refrain
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| Unguard your gains
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| All things obtained are in vein
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| I am overjoyed to destroy
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| Boys will be boys
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| Uncoy deploy noisy toys
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| Everyday, array of dismay
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| Dead prey on display
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| Let the slain lay where they may
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| Tell 'em how to ban their fellow man
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| Settle, tell your land
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| Quell your well in advanced plans
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| Grace your acquaintances with your complaints
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| Stated on the page letter
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| Awaiting the greatest ever
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| Better late then never
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| Better you in a crate
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| One state lesser
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| One day deader in red shaded decor
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| The bullet quicker than lightspeed, open gates of Midian in Nightbreed
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| Any one fucking around with Vinnie he might bleed
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| Hell is hot and that’s where the homing device lead
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| The body or the head only thing my knife need
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| I don’t need to speak Vinnie’s philosophy known
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| Y’all are weak and talk sloppy like Bobby Chacon
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| Blood shed and war anti-christ the prophecy shown
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| I tried to tell you that the Bush’s were possibly cloned
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| You should know about distortions of lessons in college
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| About the water-fuel cell, the suppression of knowledge
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| I don’t call that mother fucking professor a scholar
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| I call him a profiteering liar obsessed with the dollar
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| Why we in Iran if all that we want is Osama?
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| Why we in a jam when all that we want is Obama?
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| Bush had you thinkin we at war because he asked God
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| Then blew up two fucking buildings in our backyard
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| Blat blat blat |