Thrilla in Manilla, Frazier and Ali, can of olives, bag of chips, a case of Genesee
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Daddy's unemployment check is all we got; I need a long sleeve helmet just to cover all my thought
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Go after the neighbors now you must protect your home
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Tears of rage are streaming down your drunken muzzle
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Paranoia foaming from the things your brother stole
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If you can intimidate then you can control, yeah
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Say it to my face
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Say it to my face you fuckin' coward
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Say it to my face
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If you're gonna talk you better say it to my face
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I hearted when you farted; it smelled like rubber bands
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Is that the sound of boiling fat or is it clappin hands
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I'm a little blacker then the other sheep
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I dreamed I'ze makin love to dolphins when I'ze dumpin in my sleep
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How now say it to my face, I'm in a bad bad way
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I'll find a cow and I'll buck it a rodeo
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I'll put your battery on my tongue
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Go fetch a knife and then off with your thumbs
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Say it to my face
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Say it to my face you fuckin' coward
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Say it to my face
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If you're gonna talk you better say it to my face
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Face!
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Say it to My Face
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| Cherry Poppin' Daddies |
