| Okay, go then!
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| Oh, sold enough, but I smell the stink,
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| Of the money, of the weakness that you can`t conceive
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| And the polls of your will love your vanity, you believe
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| Oh, all the rust will corrupt your fight,
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| `Cos your belly does an echo like the tinted blight,
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| So the petite the baby blows you away in 4play, 4play
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| I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah X3
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| Oh, look at me I love gleefully, `cos my teeth are full of women,
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| They shine endlessly at the foolish attempt to be reverent
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| All again, again
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| Oh, hard enough are your muscles` depth,
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| `Cos your smelly little belly filled with contraband
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| See the walls, smash the pot and aggressive fuzz
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| How I laugh, laugh
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| I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah X3
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| I, I, I, I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah
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| I say, I say, I say, yeah, yeah |