| Whipped like a dog, down on the cards
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| Square in the spotlight sweating real hard
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| All soaked in blood like a newborn babe
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| Sharp thing hidden in my hand shaped like an astrolabe
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| Gonna stick you in the eye with a foreign object
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| Gonna poke you in the eye with a foreign object
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| March through the red mist, never get my vision clear
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| Learn to love this kind of atmosphere
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| Strike funny poses, keep my weapon hand low
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| Whip my head around a little, get blood on the front row
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| Gonna jab you in the eye with a foreign object
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| I personally will stab you in the eye with a foreign object
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| Foreign object, foreign object, foreign object
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| Sink my teeth into your scalp, take a nice big bite
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| Save nothing for the cameras, play the angles all night
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| One of these days my legs will both snap like twigs
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| If you can’t beat 'em make 'em bleed like pigs
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| I’m gonna jab you in the eye with a foreign object
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| I’m gonna stab you in the eye with a foreign object
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| Ba, ba da da, ba ba ba da, foreign object
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| Ba, ba da da, ba ba ba da, foreign object
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| Ba, ba da da, ba ba ba da, foreign object |