to keep the fire burnin' you must feed the flame
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and this flame is burnin' fast
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the drug lords are yearnin' for you give them your name
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first, middle initial, last
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"my job sucks" you say it's like doin' time
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"i feel like such a jerk"
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but 500 bucks a day are better than nine
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dollars for two hours work
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so get out your pen and paper, better start taking notes
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get a lecture from the devil, he's about to take your coat
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and when the class is over, if you pass you get your gun
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nothing's ever sacred here in murder 101
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a cold blooded kill is my final exam
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if he's dead i pass
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my bones start to chill and my nerves start to jam
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i pump three more slugs in his chest
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wake me up tomorrow and i'll show you no remorse
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to prove that i'm a man
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the absentee was sorrow who is sure to flunk the course
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who witnessed the violence and ran
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Murder 101
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Pro-Pain |