They summoned
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And I answered
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Their God forsaken call
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Just focus on the names
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Not the screaming down the hall
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Your tears beg the question
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Why you're bound in this chair
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It's simply because-
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Ay, wait muthafucka
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I'll ask the questions here!
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Shock! Shock!
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Shock! Shock!
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Shock! Shock!
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We gon shock you again!
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Shock you again!
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Shock! Shock!
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Shock! Shock!
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Shock! Shock!
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We gon shock you again!
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Shock you again!
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Shock you again!
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You tremble
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You're sweating
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You writhe around in peril
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But let me assure you
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My instruments are sterile
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Forget those electrodes
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I placed inside your mouth
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Just say what I want
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Or I flip this switch
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And in Cairo the lights go out
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Shock! Shock!
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Shock! Shock!
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Shock! Shock!
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We gon shock you again!
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Shock you again!
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Shock! Shock!
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Shock! Shock!
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Shock! Shock!
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We gon shock you again!
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Shock you again!
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Shock you again!
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My name is Luc Mammon
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I used to work with fire
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Since hell came to earth and pain has
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Worth
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I put myself out for hire
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For centuries my superiors have
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Inflicted pain
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With skill
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Electric is my pimp slap
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I'll liquefy your will
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Shock! Shock!
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Shock! Shock!
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Shock! Shock!
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We gon shock you again!
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Shock you again!
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Shock! Shock!
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Shock! Shock!
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Shock! Shock!
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We gon shock you again!
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Shock you again!
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Shock you again!
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Shock You Again
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| Street Sweeper Social Club |
