| Rolling like a thunderfucker, green light night trucker
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| Got an eye full o' something to love
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| Get it up, bring it down, I know it’s over 'til I hit the ground
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| Train sane homicide, nothing like a suicide
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| Gaze into the skies above
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| Keep it up, knock it down, I don’t see anybody else around
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| I will eat your soul in broad daylight
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| Front the all-seeing watchful eye
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| Barrel like a train in the dead of night
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| Where the good things pass me by
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| I am always ready, though I never had no guns
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| I am holding steady, with a bullet in my…
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| RRRRRRRRun
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| All I want is just a loaded rack
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| Domination, strapped across my back
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| All I want is just to keep it low
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| Do I need to tell you
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| Where you can go
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| Keeping with the time line, had my fill turpentine
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| Drank until I didn’t know why
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| Lift it up, chug it down
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| Wonder why I’m always layin' on the ground
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| Waste face out a place, just outside the human race
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| (Keep it) in the (bloodshot) public eye
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| Style up, bring it down
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| Think they all hate me, when I do fall down
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| Screaming like a hog tied, pig slut crunch
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| In my own private Slaughterhouse 5
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| Spittin' out the souls that I ate for lunch
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| And I’m happy just to be alive
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| I’m not always ready, but I can’t speak for my guns
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| Sometimes I think I’m Freddy
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| Though he never had no fun
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| I can’t believe my hands are growing cold
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| Give me all the good inside your soul |