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Messages... |
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The bastards in the yard, they circle the house and car |
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They'll make a check today, yet spend it on themselves |
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A hostage of cocaine, bump off buck knives |
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With skinny and rancid whores, or a child at the porn store |
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It's coming...wait for them to kill the innocent man |
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The kid next door, it's the finalization, we're the battered herd |
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It's coming...wait for them to kill the most in us |
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The riveting shock, for half a block |
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My synapsis is full of years and years and years and years |
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A hermaphrodite hanging in the window of cause |
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A borrowed theme song, a twisted tide |
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Throw me to the dogs today |
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I could care less now |
