| Zoned out afternoon
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| Let’s catch «who's on top of whom»
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| Tell it like it is
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| 'Cause it isn’t anyway
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| Much to my surprise
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| I caught it right between the thighs
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| My sweet little sister
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| Was layin' me away
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| My jaw dropped dead to the table
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| She put my cool in shock
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| Crack kills and blood spills baby
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| But psychos, dykes and transvestites
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| Are on the choppin' block
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| Oh no
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| I saw my baby on the creepshow
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| Out on
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| Spillin' my guts on the news
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| Oh no
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| I caught my woman on the creepshow
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| Hit me with a shovel
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| 'Cause I can’t belive that I dug you
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| She filled my boots with lead
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| Was it something that I said
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| A picture paints a thousand ugly words
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| Baby’s acting tough
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| Check out my fisticuffs
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| That’s just what she deserves
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| I can’t flip from the station
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| Can’t unplug what’s done
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| Her six-foot-deep temptation
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| She nicked my shin
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| And then kicked me in
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| And then she buried me for fun
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| Oh no
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| I saw my baby on the creepshow
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| Out on
|
| Spillin' my guts on the news
|
| Oh no
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| I caught my woman on the creepshow
|
| Hit me with a shovel
|
| 'Cause I can’t belive that I dug you
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| My jaw dropped dead to the table
|
| She put my cool in shock
|
| Crack kills and blood spills baby
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| But psychos, dykes and transvestites
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| Are on the choppin' block |