| Pigeon Hole, like a wild wolf pack
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| Ch-ch-ch, bom-bom-bom! |
| We 'bout to pull back
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| Let it out, let it loose, light years ahead of you
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| Quick, run, scatter for the hills is what you better do
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| That’s what you better do
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| That’s what you better do
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| Straight out the motherfuckin' back water boondocks
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| Somethin' brand new to go slam on the jukebox
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| Slim Jim, been around the clock 'til the wig split
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| Heat up the soup pot and mop up the pig shit
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| Yeah, uh, Pigeon Hole, step back
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| Too high for 'em, I am on my jet pack
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| I am on that future grind, sorry for the setback
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| People need to clean it up, people need a wet nap
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| Fuck that, I keep it sand paper rugged
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| Sand paper rugged, sand-sand paper rugged
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| See them on the ground below, I am way above it
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| Sand paper rugged, sand-sand paper rugged
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| Pigeon Hole, like a wild wolf pack
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| Ch-ch-ch, bom-bom-bom! |
| We 'bout to pull back
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| Let it out, let it loose
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| Light years ahead of you
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| Quick, run, scatter for the hills is what you better do
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| That’s what you better do
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| That’s what you better do
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| Yeah, ever since I was just a little youth
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| Puffing on some cal, sipping gin and juice
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| Don’t bring a flute to me, no use
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| Now I raised a fuckin' ruckus like the zoo broke loose (ooh)
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| Was raised where the wild things are
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| On an island with icing, I been raw
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| And no man is safe from the bass drum
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| Pumping like a cannon, you can run but can’t escape from
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| Pigeon Hole, like a wild wolf pack
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| Ch-ch-ch, bom-bom-bom! |
| We 'bout to pull back
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| Let it out, let it loose, light years ahead of you
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| Quick, run, scatter for the hills is what you better do
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| That’s what you better do
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| That’s what you better do |