| Oh My God
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| Here comes the Frag Dog, honey
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| Ohw ohw yeah yeah
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| Ohw ohw yeah yeah
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| Ouh ouh
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| I’m looking for my clever toy
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| My one and all is … no joy
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| You’d better run and hide again
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| Coz when I’m through with you, my friend
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| You would be lucky if you reconize yourself
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| Ouh Ouh, Yourself
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| Hey little girls, get ready for the Frag Dog
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| Everybody run till the shit old tiny box
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| I’m getting more line under every little mind
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| I’m showing more fun with the secret pain
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| Hey you, you’d better hit the road, looser
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| Coz the Fat Boy is getting closer
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| The Fat Boy is getting closer
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| I don’t even have a job
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| I’m kinda lost without no mom
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| I’m a shy and secret boy
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| Building up a secret bomb
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| And when I push the button and I recognize yourself
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| Hello little world, get ready for the Frag Dog
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| Everybody run till the shit old tiny box
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| Hello little world, get ready I’m a Bad Boy
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| I’m killing you off line
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| Feeling like a man
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| I grow up free
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| With a fame full of shit
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| Hey you, just remember, just still the Frag Dog is getting closer
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| Yeah the Frag Dog is getting closer
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| Yeah the Frag Dog is getting closer
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| Closer |