| Croak radio gives me the shakes
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| That’s no surprise
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| 'Cause I can feel both barrels of your eyes
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| Understand what I’m sayin', just like a hole beat red
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| You think I’m bine
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| You take a leg
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| You feel a nice teen tone bime-b-b-bye
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| Left dog
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| See big, boy
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| After your dirty little tee bits
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| All in seein' my meat
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| I took a team of you
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| Your body
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| For leftover, you’re sane
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| Green water like a sugarback, I bet your bine
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| Read both bladder steps of foamy decline
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| Limbo, lacky, sucker
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| Yes, her limbo baba’s at home
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| And they cry like half-dead dog bug |