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Funk pop a roll beats up my soul |
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Oozing like napalm from the speakers and grill |
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Of your radio into the mouths of babes |
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And across the backs of its willing slaves |
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Funk pop a roll consumes you whole |
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Gulping in your opium so copiously |
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From a disco, everything you eat is waste |
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But swallowing is easy when it has no taste |
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They can fix you rabbits up |
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With your musical feed |
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They can fix you rabbits up |
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Big money selling you stuff that you really do not need |
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They can fix you rabbits up |
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With your musical feed |
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They can fix you rabbits up |
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Big money selling you stuff that you really do not need |
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Funk pop a roll for fish in shoals |
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Music by the yard for the children they keep |
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Like poseable dolls, the young to them are mistakes |
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Who only want bread but they're force-fed cake |
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Funk pop a roll the only goal |
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The music business is a hammer to keep |
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You pegs in your holes but please don't listen to me |
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I've already been poisoned by this industry |
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Funk pop a roll beats up my soul |
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Funk pop a roll beats up my soul |
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Bye bye |
