| Dance, lika in supa trance, Nance, nada consequence
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| Don’t you care about what the populaz say
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| Don’t you give a funk they' re not like you and me, So passé
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| Shine and dance, you my supa trans, Shark, crawling in the dark
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| Take a look around, these skeletons are damned
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| They have made their time so fuck them anyway
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| Yopa hey ohh !
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| Pumpin the jam or caught in bad romance
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| Like a litta Gozee, I like to prance
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| You are my hero: muscle gogo
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| I ve got the growing sticky-mojo
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| I’ve got a pill stamping into my head
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| I’m dancing dead
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| Shine, sparkling multi lightz, Oh my, am I still alive?
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| Don’t you realise I’m losing da control
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| Losing da control is nada fun at all … not at all
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| Pumpin the jam or caught in bad romance
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| Like a litta Gozee, I like to prance
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| I’ve lost my biga dancing gogo
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| Oh no mo' stick growin' ain’t got no mo'
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| I’ve got a pill stamping into my head
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| I’m dancing dead
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| Ain’t got no brain, God 'ain't got no amo, Playing my head on chimo-casino
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| Russian roulette fok' my motorette
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| Silly litta thing you got no fluid livin' in
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| You 'got no vida in the fluid cauz you had a bad deal
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| Yes you had a bad deal con da pill
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| So no mo' drug o' be my friend a dancing dead |