| How many licks can you take with the lemmings?
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| Maybe enough to find your chewy center but it’s
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| Bazooka bile, microscopic homocide.
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| Somewhere along the shores of the city
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| The new shipment of power-ups and yummy stars
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| Got neglected and soured they ate it anyway
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| Now, the cavalry has arrived
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| The glory of death on eight wheels
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| The
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| Security of disease is compelling
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| But then, you’ll find sanity ain’t pretty baby
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| Can’t hide your soul in a gift shop fanny pack
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| The creepy crawlers ooze from the ceiling
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| Looking for cash and power over innocents
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| Extermination can and should be a two-way street
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| Universal consciousness
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| When the plague is over we will set
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| A fire, light the night up
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| When the fire eats the land up
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| It will not hurt us
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| It’s Betty Phange with a can of ass whoopin' and a bat
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| Better find cover for your bitch-ass and a bunch of friends
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| Here comes Betty Phange rollin' up to Bronxton and we’re glad
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| To be liberated from a quarantined eternity in glass
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| Once upon a time in Hell
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| A scrappy little princess awoke and she said
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| «Hey, get outta my face!»
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| Greedy
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| Filthy
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| Fucker
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| You’d better watch your back
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| As we rise up from the swamp of mind-leeching bacteria
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| Here comes Betty Phange
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| It’s been so great servicing this land
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| Now all the other buggers must
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| Die |