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You're a joke, man, welcome to the ***********tty state |
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Where if you're not signed to the tyrant |
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You're a peasant's fate |
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We don't want you kiddo, so get going |
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Get your ***********t packed |
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We run the scene, you understeen? |
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Don't comment, you're just a tic-tac |
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So sit back and just fade away |
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We are long lasting, we say w elove the local cats |
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But love is shown lastly |
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Maybe it's a bad dream, maybe I'm a nutty kid |
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But I don't wanna leave |
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I don't wanna keep sucking *********** |
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So the ******* ***********s that are running this |
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I'm done with this and one hundred fifty minutes |
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On hold and still counting |
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They say they like my style, but I'm suave |
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No wonder I'm pilled down and I'm hills bounds |
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So *********** the system |
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Everybody raise a few fists |
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Now you're just fist ******* the system |
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Woos gettin' pissed off watchin' this |
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Up and down fist pound |