Fire it up!
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C'mon.
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Fire it up!
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Fire it up!
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C'mon.
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Good news the sky is fallin,
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UFO's with stereos,
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They keep on callin Freddy D and,
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Tellin me I need to be in Clevland.
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Wait a minute! One suggestion,
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Go to Portland, look at breasts and,
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All around the world in 3 minutes
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These aliens never seem to get it.
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Huh? I'm dreamin, wake me up and,
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Beam me up, cause I'm red to go.
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Gimmie cow girls, gimmie spaceships,
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Gimmie powers, like The Matrix.
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Oh my god, I lost my direction,
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Anime girls, my collection.
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All this time, I've been paying dues.
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And speaking my mind, ya got nothing to lose, C'mon.
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Giddeyup Giddeyup yee-ha x3
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Oh no! There's a cop at the door and he
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wanna stop all the mosh from the floo.
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Whoa! They wanna keep me in line,
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so I freak me a rhyme for your mind,
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then I'm dressed to kill.
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Whoa! Gas chamber, take it slow and,
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Grab your partner, Dosey-Doe and,
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Be my guest with, the young and restless.
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B-I-Z-K-I-T all day.
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Dr. Evil, the chief inspector.
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Hannibal Lecter, he's my cousin.
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At least a dozen, aliens are inside my oven.
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Eyes are buggin.
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Tyler Durden just left a message.
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But rock and hip hop, I'm all your left with.
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And all this time, I've been paying dues.
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And speaking my mind, ya got nothing to lose, C'mon.
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Giddeyup Giddeyup yee-ha x3
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C'mon. Fire it up! yee-ha x3
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Fire it up! C'mon.
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Gimmie one one.
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Gimmie two two.
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Gimmie three three.
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Gimmie four four.
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Gimmie five five.
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Why you squeeling like a what? Like a pig.
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Weeeee (whole x4)
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All the cowgirls say: Giddeyup Giddeyup.
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Let's try it cowgirls. C'mon.
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Giddeyup Giddeyup.
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And all the cowboys say: Fire it up!
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Let's try it cowboys.
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Fire it up!
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Cowgirls: Giddeyup Giddeyup x3
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Aight Now
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Cowboys: Fire it up! x3
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Go ahead call the law, quickdraw.
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Lockin up on your jaw, limpdawg.
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In the form of a gorilla, forrilla.
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Better known as a backstreet killa.
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High speed. Ride the lightning.
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Ladies dance, with no underpants.
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Cause I'm living low, my flow on your creep,
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And I'm a vampire startin fires in the street.
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huh? Pulp Fiction, microchip in-side my lip and, I'm red to go.
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So outragious, it's contagious.
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Teleport me, back to Vegas.
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Angelina, the perfect form.
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I'm the panty sniffer.
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The Perfect Storm.
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And all this time,
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I've been paying dues, And speaking my mind,
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ya got nothing to lose, C'mon.
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Giddeyup Giddeyup yee-ha x3
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C'mon.
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Fire it up! yee-ha x3
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Fire it up! C'mon.
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Cowgirls From Hell
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| Limp Bizkit |
