| What they don’t know
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| Will probably kill 'em
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| Will probably kill 'em
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| Will probably kill 'em
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| Something up the cuff
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| We call their bluff
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| They call the cops
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| Here come the shots
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| Bp bp bp bp up the block
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| Chuck em in the gutter
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| And they wonder how the hunger hunts
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| Propping up a Trump like we won’t pop the trunk and take a chunk
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| Apocalypse is coming, huh?
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| Wonder where you running off?
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| Climbing up the walls
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| We want it
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| Fuck your stuff
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| It’s not enough
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| How you gonna look at me and tell me you believe this shit?
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| How we gonna speak when you won’t Google what the edict is?
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| Forget what the reason is
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| Killing all the citizens
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| Chase it with the swill
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| The bitter pill of willful ignorance
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| Dumb it down and numb it up
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| Show you how they run the town
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| Spread no love and get no love
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| It’s funny how that comes around
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| Whole thing playing like a satire
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| Iron in the water, living in a wildfire
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| On the news interview with a vampire
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| Don’t shoot, they cannot put their hands higher
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| Hello, hello is anyone on the other line?
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| Echo echo my mind since Rebel Rebel died
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| Lol yo it’s tugging on my sanity
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| How gradually the apathy replaced the urgency
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| Ok ok I get it, guppies wanna megalodon
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| These puppies sick
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| I swear there’s something fuckey going on
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| Treat it like a car alarm, ignore it at all costs
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| Or let it be the signal of where we all lost
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| Hurl bricks, sling mud into the whirlwind
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| Which brings us to the world’s end
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| Until then me and my girlfriend, laughing at your tiny world
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| You can be the king, no thing
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| We’re burning everything |