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Spin a dice and it's Vegas rigged |
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A glass full of conobine |
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You're off your head you take a |
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A blood shot without the boom |
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Another hit of toxin closer to exhume |
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I'm feelin' lips |
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I'm feelin' cherry |
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I'm feelin' juicy |
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You look so pretty with your diamonds |
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And your designer Botox |
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You'll have to put something special |
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In that little red box |
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Got no cards, but still got your hand |
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Her snake eyes are casting |
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A diamond disdain and now you |
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Got no sleeves, wishin' you could cheat |
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Try to run away when, you ain't got feet |
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I'm feelin' lips |
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I'm feelin' cherry |
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I'm feelin' ripe |
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I'm feelin', lickin', suckin', ****in' |
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I'm feelin' juicy |
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Razor, ruin, rust, restrain |
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Mutilate your body, but don't touch your name |
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Rancour, ruin, wrath, erase |
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Better lose an eye than lose your face |
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One more black line will ease that limb away |
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Mind-destroying angel made your judgment sway |
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Exsanguination left you insane but it's |
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Hard to use an axe when you ain't got hands |
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I'm feelin' lips |
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I'm feelin' cherry |
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I'm feelin' ripe |
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I'm feelin', lickin', suckin', ****in' |
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I'm feelin' juicy |