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Crank up your headphones listen to the top shot |
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Rip out my headstone throw it through a cop shop |
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Take my skeleton rob bank smoke rocks |
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Blud I'm dead though you can't keep me locked up |
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Immortalized I ain't gonna be forgot |
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Put my record down when your eyes bloodshot |
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This ain't a grave it's a rave a hot shot |
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So rock a boombox on my plot |
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So when I die, when I pass away |
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Just turn the volume up and put that boombox on my grave |
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And when I die, I won't fade away |
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Just turn the volume up and put that boombox on my grave |
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Well here's something, they always bury people in suits |
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But when you lay me down a Hawaiian shirt will do |
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Or better yet, just throw me in the ocean and screw |
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Take the whole damn wake out for Indian food |
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And for the rest? |
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An unmarked grave will do |
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As long as they lay me down next to you |
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And on our anniversary girl we won't need flowers |
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Just put a boombox on that grave of ours |
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Cause in heaven or hell we'll be cheek to cheek |
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So let's get this started |
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Pretty little girl come and dance with me |
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Come and move your leg come and dance with me |
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If you feel alright come and dance with me |
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Up into the night |
