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I can't stand it |
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Always stepping on my feet |
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There's some people who needs |
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a slapping on the cheek... |
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You got some nerve telling me |
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How to shine |
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I put my foot up your ass |
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'Cause you're way outta line |
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We won't win them over |
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Too hard to explain |
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Off with their heads! |
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We won't win them over |
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Too hard to explain |
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Off with their heads! |
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This little gangster |
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He got shot in his face |
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No clue... |
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They blamed it on his race |
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Go back blasting... |
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Gonna take what is mine |
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If your take our criminal friend |
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Then you're way outta line |
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We won't win them over |
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Too hard to explain |
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Off with their heads! |
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We won't win them over |
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Too hard to explain |
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Off with their heads! |
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I can't stand it |
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Always stepping on my feet |
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There's some people |
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Who needs a slapping on the cheek |
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You got some nerve |
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Telling me how to shine |
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I put my foot up your ass |
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'Cause you're way outta line |
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We won't win them over |
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Too hard to explain |
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Off with their heads! |
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We won't win them over |
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Too hard to explain |
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Off with their heads! |
