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He lamped up the room and then couched it |
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Feeling no fear from the day |
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He'd cared for a long time to get here |
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And he was brained |
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He lazy eye bagging but sorely |
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No morsel of spunk had he left |
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Who was he drained? |
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Some knocks on the door, came a-poundin' |
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He wanted not answer but should |
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So ahead his fat feet 'cross the floor there |
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To where he stood |
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And the fuck that rapped on his inlet |
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None other than killer McHann |
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And that's not good |
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He lazy eye bagging but sorely |
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No morsel of spunk had he left |
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Who was he drained? |
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Some knocks on the door came a-poundin' |
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He wanted not answer but should |
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So ahead his fat feet 'cross the floor there |
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To where he stood |
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And the fuck that rapped on his inlet |
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None other than killer McHann |
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And that's not good |
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Scared of that man, scared of that man |
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Scared of that man, scared of that man |
