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What did you do with it? x 4 |
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Call the cops it's my primate and I'll need a bat |
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'cause he's freaking out |
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I took a shovel and and hatchet to the back of his head |
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He's not settled down |
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With Coca-Cola and the navy under his belt |
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it's all figured out |
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brain snapped back from the corner to the front of his head |
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now he's freaking out |
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What did you do with it? x 2 |
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He's a animal |
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We've got animals |
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Please that animal |
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We've got animals |
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Call the cops it's my frame and she's missing a friend |
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And I'm freaking out |
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Peeling back skin |
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To reveal what it's really about |
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That you can live without |
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Cut her hair and it really set him over the edge |
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On a bender |
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Call the cops it's my primate I'm worried about |
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'cause he's freaking out |
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Aped |
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Nowhere is safe |
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When there's a thief around |
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Stealing your face |
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Aped x 4 |
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There is unknown |
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Centered in the womb |
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When shit gets sour |
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I can feel your, head against my womb |
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Everything you've done |
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Doesn't ring a bell, but shit is sour |
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I can feel, your head against my womb |
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They can have your skull |
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She can have the key |
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Because it's too sour |
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I can feel, your head against my womb |
