Buck 65-Square 3
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[intro]
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music to be murdered by
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it is mood music in a juggular vein and i hope you like it
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our record requires only the simplist of equipment
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an ordinary phonograph needle
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a 4 inch speaker
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and a 38 calibur revolver
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naturally the record is long played
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even though you may not be
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so why dont you relax?
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lean back and enjoy urself
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until the coroner comes...
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oop my penis is comin out
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there must be trouble in the monkeyhouse
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fever runnin cage to cage
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either one in change for change
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both of us with glass between us
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bittering and banging,
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singing in sanging
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spinnin and hangin out
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yingin and yangin
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whats the big idea?
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comin with the sideshow mountain act
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u could always drop my class
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if you find it too challenging that way
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nobody knows a face
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we just take it to a higher gear
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but oh thats why ur weird now
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you got a barbed wired beard
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i see you better watch your face protecting your material
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you knwo who youre dealin with here im flakier than breakfast cereal
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i changed all levels and i replaced all players but im
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tired in runnign around liek baseball players always got
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trouble on the mind developed the feed of prophets
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tell the deceased about it, go yell at a priest and shout it out
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loud is here new laws, in stoen, windblown
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you saw the infection with bad knees and an ingrown duel claw
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bitch, you got lucky with the phone calls and the spread sheets
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so, cut the crap out along with the cigarettes and the red meats
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this fate can see in your eyes trying to match manuvers with your mouth open
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looks liek youre diamonds scratched and hearts champed
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play along, safe inside me it doesnt matter what you think
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you no-floats, and row boats when u hit below dont say
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doh,.meew!meew! got to get out of here!
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slur my esses, then you blur my message
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i got a long list of reasons, and an even longer rope to tie
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demons aint supposed to cry
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tears enough to soak the sky
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pourin out of both your eyes
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cross your legs and hope to die
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sketch artist......
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...........what??........
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........noo?
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nowww ii feel like goin out ive got enough love to fill the place
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ill come to ur house and ovulate on ur pillow case
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i knwo where im goin so i dotn even need to look
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i shoudl probably do a show you know
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but id really rather read a book
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so, pay me lots of money now
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im done payin dues
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and im not puttin the pressure on
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and im not sayin jews
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but ive accepted challenges
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and ive taken many dares
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and its hard to make it all coem back when u havent been anywhere
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so, we can have a sleepover
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ill lay a towel down
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you can do the rest, and then well both make a vowel sound
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single white female, we can play connect the dots
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but gimme a second to myself to just collect my thoughts
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uhh....
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now meet me at the great taste
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show me your soul, and ill try to keep a straight face
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i know you are pissed in the past and you were put off
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why dotn you take it out on me
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and shoot the last of ur foot off?
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Switzerland, what about girls?and what about jobs? and what about all the tiem that was spent int he what about fogs
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i should pull your pants down
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for no reason and spank you
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but i wont, if u be a good boy- please and thank you
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now i.
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say jump.
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you say.
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how high?
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its the grim reaper vs the gym teacher
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and it goes liek..
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"u talking to me?
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"im the only one standing here"
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"you make the move"
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"...mmokay"
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uhyah i got a
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i got a long list of reasons, and an even longer rope to tie
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demons aint supposed to cry
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tears enough to soak the sky
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pourin out of both your eyes
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cross your legs and hope to die...
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sketch artist......
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...........what??........
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........noo?
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[scratch]
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you dont know me...
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[bill cosby]
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and the coolest, coolest thing about buck was that he was one of us, didnt smoke didnt drink, didnt kiss no women...
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it was great cause you could really talk to buck and he would hear ya
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| oh one time they threw buck out the 3rd story window he landed on the ground *thud* that cat was stiiiill goin jack! haha We were all goin "GOO |
