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Here they come, in pursuit of speed calling "danger, desire, greed" |
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Dogmatic mechanic and his loose-lipped whore |
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Squeezing their drinks for a little bit more |
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Bet your mother wouldn't like it. |
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Mother wouldn't like it |
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Just like a wet 13 |
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Duke does 'em out cause everyone know it |
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Viscious satin say |
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Here she comes, sagging under her load |
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TWo fancy babies like the hip-it's of |
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God She's gonna fight in the people's key |
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Move on over and give me some heat |
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You know your mother wouldn't like it. |
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Here they come, so hot their blood starts to boil |
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Getting hot from the rubber and oil |
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They come to stay for the chick and flag |
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Bet out revolver for an auto hag |
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You know your mother wouldn't like it |