| Here they come, in pursuit of speed
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| Calling «danger, desire, greed»
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| Dogmatic mechanic and his loose-lipped whore
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| Squeezing their drinks for a little bit more
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| Bet your mother wouldn’t like it
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| Mother wouldn’t like it
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| Just like a wet 13
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| Duke does 'em out cause everyone know it
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| Viscious satin say
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| Here she comes, sagging under her load
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| TWo fancy babies like the hip-it's of God
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| She’s gonna fight in the people’s key
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| Move on over and give me some heat
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| You know your mother wouldn’t like it
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| Here they come, so hot their blood starts to boil
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| Getting hot from the rubber and oil
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| They come to stay for the chick and flag
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| Bet out revolver for an auto hag
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| You know your mother wouldn’t like it |