You're a sick, sick boy you are
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You've got your wine, women 'n' cash
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Semi-automatic superstar
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In the pan you're a punk bitch flash
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I'll round up every beast you let out
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I'll round up every beast you let out
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I'll round up every beast you let out
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I'll round up every beast you let
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Tell me mister, what's your story today?
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Who is it you want to be?
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I've bought some ammo and I'll send it your way
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Destroyin' friends and family
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I feel a stranger stealing my candy
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But you're a housefly trapped under glass
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Fat chance of getting me in your caddy
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In the pan you're a punk bitch flash
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I'll round up every beast you let out
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I'll round up every beast you let out
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I'll round up every beast you let out
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I'll round up every beast you let
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I'll round up every beast you let out
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I'll round up every beast you let out
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I'll round up every beast you let out
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Masquerading as a man about town
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The seventh chord is my fist hittin' your face
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You think you're on, but nobody's straight down
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In the scheme of things you're gonna lose the race
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I'll round up every beast you let out
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I'll round up every beast you let out
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I'll round up every beast you let out
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I'll round up every beast you let
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I'll round up every beast you let out
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I'll round up every beast you let out
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I'll round up every beast you let out
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Punk Bitch Flash
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| Self |
