| Our nails are all clean, no more work on the farm
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| We’ve grown sophisticated and we’ve worked on our charm
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| You boss me around, you’re under dirt in my yard
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| We assemble calmly, torches burn in the dark
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| The dapper mob, death before bedragglement
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| Let’s make today a holiday, behead some kings
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| Let’s make today a holiday, behead some kings
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| A refined sense of cool born of the essence of madness
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| Cut clean to manipulate the impressionable savage
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| My squad will stomp you with excellent manners
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| Offer you your last word 'cause etiquette matters
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| The dapper mob, death before bedragglement
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| Let’s make today a holiday, behead some kings
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| Let’s make today a holiday, behead some kings
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| If you’ve heard the word then we’ve dealt with it
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| So delicate, spotless elegance
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| I paint the town red and get no blood on my slacks
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| This money don’t make itself, so I don’t fucking relax
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| Oh keep good or I’ll be in the shadows with a baseball bat
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| (With a baseball bat)
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| Oh keep good or I’ll be in the shadows with a baseball bat
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| (With a baseball bat)
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| The dapper mob, death before bedragglement
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| Let’s make today a holiday, behead some kings
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| Let’s make today a holiday, behead some kings |