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Ahistorical - you think this shit just dropped right out of the sky |
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My analysis: it's time to harvest the crust from your eyes |
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To surge and refine, to rage and define ourselves against your line |
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So sorry friend but you must resign |
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You want to figure it out we'll throw down, we'll throw down |
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Wou want to figure it out well throw down your bulldog front |
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Bold bold mouthtalking not so bold now that you've eaten your own |
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Lips flecked, mouthspecked you strip the skin right off of the bone |
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And I would never say you act without precision or care, |
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But it's all attention to armor, to the armor you wear so well |
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Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home |