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You're in trouble now |
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This shit's going underground |
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This ain't a place you've been before |
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You'll get spun around |
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Till you're white as a clown |
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Bombs going up |
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While we're living in this war |
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This war Don't bite the hand that feeds |
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Expecting to succeed |
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Don't bite the hand that feeds |
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Never doubted to believe [x2] |
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In a tomb of your sin |
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I've taken these words within |
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And they ruminate 'round my mind |
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Dig myself on the ground |
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Can you hear me now |
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Hope you don't like what you find |
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What you find |
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Don't bite the hand that feeds |
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Expecting to succeed |
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Don't bite the hand that feeds |
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Never doubted to believe [x2] |
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I can feel the bass and it's making my nose bleed [x8] |
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I can feel the bass and it's making my nose bleed... |
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Don't bite the hand that feeds |
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Expecting to succeed |
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Don't bite the hand that feeds |
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Never doubted to believe [x2] |