High on coaine drunk drivin' in the rain
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Goin' north in the southbound lane
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Railroad crossing I out run the train
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Holdin' pain golden grain Danno Malone's the name
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In my chest gotta flame a collage of photos is in my brain
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My temper is fire and propane
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No shame no game no pain no gain
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Hey that's insane should I bend over and let the world gang bagn
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Or raise my neck and let the vampires position their fangs
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or be a pussy that hangs from a beam and swang no thanks
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I gotta an old truck I'm the king of touch luck from where ya
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bluff you get your card
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Plucked and get fucked up, ya get fucked up
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C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mn c'mn
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You wanna fight me?
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You wanna try me?
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You wanna fight me?
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Hey, then kick my ass
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I come forth abortin' babies beatin' seals wearin' a fur choppin' down
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trees sprayin' aerosol cans ozone defficiency
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Just wanna make sure everybody hates me
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I am the anti whatever you are alien drunk at the bar Junkie misfit
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conforming mics into unbiodigradable toxit shit and don't posses
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no guilt about it rebel without a cause
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Just to sever ya fuckin' claws and ya biblical laws
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That really ain't got jack to do with Psalms
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No officer I won't calm I won't vote
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I won't participate in hands across America or any area in fact
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It's all good fuck it
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Naw fuck you the most brilliant thought you had today
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I had when I was two bitch
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C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mn c'mn
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You wanna fight me?
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You wanna try me?
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You wanna fight me?
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Hey, then kick my ass
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Every bit of me's hostility and I'm rediculous got a knife let's see
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if you're tickleish
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I will pull yaw jaw completely out ya head
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and when ya kick my ass make sure that I'm dead
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C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mn c'mn
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You wanna fight me?
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You wanna try me?
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You wanna fight me?
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Hey, then kick my ass
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Kick My Ass
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| Rehab |
