I saw a pro-file sticker just other day
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another fool who has no right to procreate
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elbows bumping, tempers growing
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veins bulge in my neck and eyes
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we're just a bunch of animals
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that fuck to survive... we gotta
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make room, make room
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spread the fuck right out
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make room, make room
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for the hand of doom
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I built a wall around myself, form a world that's on the brink
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there's a problem with my armor
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cause there's just too many chinks
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cyanide the water supply, take a drink and watch'em die
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release ebola in the air, swell and bleed out everywhere
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sarin gas for you to smell, take a train ride, next stop hell
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a y2k census and we're all filled up
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like a thick head of beer overflowing it's cup
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a culling of humans, a matter of space
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like herd management for the human race.
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line'em up against the wall, aim & fire, send in more
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dynamite, hand grenades, cold Guyanin lemonade
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Judas Priest pumpin' loud, pump your shot gut, listen-POW!
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poisoned, stabbed, mass contusion, chop'em burn'em fuck it - NUKE'em
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fuckin nuke'em
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there's too many people
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too many mouths to feed
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what is the solution?
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when billions need to eat
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there's not enough space
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nowhere to put our waste
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with a little salt and pepper
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how do you think we'll taste?
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Make Room, Make Room
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| S.O.D. (Stormtroopers Of Death) |
