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If the prop that you stick is licking the house |
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Then don't be disturbed by his eyes |
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I expose his front teeth to find out what he eats |
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And now he is starting to change |
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Oh he's wearing his virility, battle the hub, looking |
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Ready and willing to fight |
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Any waiting to speak will do, |
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Were-you's wary, weighing his waiting and stand |
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He will eat you for meat, your body weight helps |
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Then chomp on his chompers at night |
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Or the ugliness split and thrive underneath |
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It's changing the face that he has |
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Will they tell you a (riddle) to burn (underneath), |
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But I know America's smite |
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Hear the dominant creatures unite at last |
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And waste in a crumbling land |
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Feelin' like a werewolf(5x) |
