| More firearms that Qatar
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| You wouldn’t believe
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| The bill for the minibar
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| Can you feel me, star?
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| We about to rip ya spine out
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| This is grind house cinema
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| Puff the zigzigala
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| Pass the rizla
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| Flood ya bloodstream
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| With poisonous literature
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| Hypodermic pen
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| To penetrate veins
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| The smack head express
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| The tracks of the trains
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| You’re on the wrong side
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| Flirting with homicide
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| Get left out on the pavement
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| All goggle-eyed (Goggle-eyed!)
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| That’s the way it was prophesied
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| Got your neighbours gathered around
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| Looking horrified! |
| (Oh shit!)
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| «…It crept up my spine like the first rising vibes of an acid frenzy.
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| All these horrible realities began to dawn on me.»
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| Yo
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| Yo, goddamnit
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| A moment of realisation
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| Panic!
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| Alone in Las Vegas
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| Mad twisted on acid
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| And the rest
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| Yo, what the fuck am I gonna do?
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| I’m
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| No money in the wallet
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| And my lawyer’s gone AWOL
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| Stuck with a high hotel bill
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| I’m gonna go to prison
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| They’re gonna call the fives
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| And hunt me down
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| It’s a witching!
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| I feel the eyelids twitching
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| S-S-Stop it!
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| I’m slowly losing my mind
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| Can we change the topic?!
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| FUCK!
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| Here comes the pigs
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| Alone with the tumbleweeds, man
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| This is a trip
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| No where to hide
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| No where to
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| No walls to headbutt
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| No where to flip!
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| Mad parrow
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| The littlest noise got me stressing
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| Will they get me for the drugs
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| Or the pretty girl?
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| Will they get us
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| For destruction of private property?
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| If you’re gonna lose your job
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| Make sure you do it properly
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| Fuck!
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| «'You better be careful,' he said. |
| And suddenly he was waving a fat black.
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| 357 magnum at me. |
| One of those snubnosed Colt Pythons with the beveled cylinder.
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| 'Plenty of vultures out here,» he said. |
| 'They'll pick your bones clean before
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| morning.'" |