| No need for confetti bombs
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| Or phallus symbols
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| To be obnoxious, outrageous
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| But the sound will be very contagious
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| Like nuclear fallout radius
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| No need for bands with tight Spandex
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| Macho flex, high voices from Larynex
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| Tight jockstraps stuffed with socks
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| With walnuts to show sex
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| But plain, obscure, high tech
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| Junkie XL will tell
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| Junkie XL will tell
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| Junkie XL will tell
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| The future in computer hell
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| Junkie XL will tell
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| Junkie XL will tell
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| Junkie XL will tell
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| The future in computer hell
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| No slacker trendy attitudes
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| Or boys that play so crude
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| Or smokers obsessed on weed
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| To be hardcore with fatigues
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| Let the perpetrator weep
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| That is the Junkie beats that grim reap
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| And shuffle the feet and put all asleep
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| In front of their MTV screens sweep
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| Lost souls are in deep
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| In their trash cash, middle class heap
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| Junkie XL will tell
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| Junkie XL will tell
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| Junkie XL will tell
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| The future in computer hell
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| Junkie XL will tell
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| Junkie XL will tell
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| Junkie XL will tell
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| The future in computer hell
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| We, the Junkie megabyte creep, hell |