| Slither into your garden
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| I got an apple waiting for a bite
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| I lick my chops until the hammer drops
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| you know that it just might
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| im gonna spiral up higher
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| wriggle up in the air
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| its breaking out you cant break it down
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| who said it would be fair?
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| well i-
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| Grind your fingers
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| when youre hanging on the ledge
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| how does it feel when your lifes about to end?
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| im gonna keep it coming, baby — youll be next
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| you can feel my fury — kiss the fatal fangs
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| Tough enough to wake the snake?
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| shake my rattle baby outta control
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| wake the snake
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| with a fatal bite youll take a fall
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| Sinking in my poison
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| drowning in cyanide
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| see if i care — theres no dare
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| if you go run and hide
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| Sit on the lap of the savage
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| and well breed like rats
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| you say you wont — for heavens sake
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| well just have to see about that
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| well i-
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| Grind your fingers
|
| when youre hanging on the ledge
|
| how does it feel when your lifes about to end?
|
| im gonna keep it coming, baby — youll be next
|
| you can feel my fury — kiss the fatal fangs
|
| Tough enough to wake the snake?
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| shake my rattle baby outta control
|
| wake the snake
|
| with a fatal bite youll take a fall
|
| Tough enough to wake the snake?
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| shake my rattle baby outta control
|
| wake the snake
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| with a fatal bite youll take a fall |