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Who's that walking with a hole in his head? |
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Big bad Bazooka |
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Tooth, I came to break bread. |
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What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times? |
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I tell 'em...... ah **** it, y |
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I pull the elephant tranq out of my neck, gaffle a tank, count up the chips, wrastle the fangs off of my fist, flood a little soldier blood over the ogre acres on some holiday in |
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Cambodia with motor home appraisers. |
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Pagans fade into the kodochrome now, later with a lid to brow staple revisit the cobra loading zone. |
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Molar foaming but he hold his own wound cauterized by the |
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Zippo he had stole that afternoon. |
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And my dog tags jingle by the monster island heart he built. |
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Grew up with a |
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Jug head crown tilt and tardy slip. |
| [00:55.77] |
Be all you can be just never soothed us. |
| [00:58.38] |
You lost me in that part about scrubbing piss with a toothbrush. |
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Holler scum's lullaby. |
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Live from the ultra-fly sham city bunker where the coldest cults multiply alarmingly. |
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Hush little baby, timeout. |
| [01:09.39] |
The black market mockingbirds cannot sing a lick but lean to peck your eyes out of commission with love, out a tradition of wraiths pick on the visions that buzz, bet on the kitten's escape, solder the piston to pump out a veteran amplifier. |
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And magnify through the same lens that set the ants on fire. |
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Flush the |
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Muppet hootenanny. |
| [01:26.37] |
Who could fancy honor circuit when the circle's every duke is claiming |
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Trooper, scoop the food in pantry. |
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Ante up, stupid. |
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May delusion feed 'em roofie candy and pry the gold out of his tooth when laughing. |
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Pocket all you can now. |
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Block and lead the lambs down to the cold cutlery outfit. |
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Slaughter beef and cow tip. |
| [01:42.48] |
Pour the chief some fountain soda, motor prone to pen the holy opus and pry this monkey off the scoliosis. |
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Who's that walking with a hole in his head? |
| [01:51.03] |
Bazooka Tooth, |
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Gemini, I came to break bread. |
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What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times? |
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I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives, lets go |
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Fast cars, danger, fire and knives... (3x) |
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I got her majesty |
| [02:09.63] |
Athena riding shotty wide-eyed |
| [02:23.07] |
Its like never mind the bullocks. (*******) |
| [02:24.72] |
Like every other week these hipster tabloids jumping on and off my dick pistol's bullets |
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Like every other week he spins the bottle. |
| [02:31.44] |
Like every other week these ****ing fanzines forget if they spit or swallow |
| [02:35.31] |
Too bad your inner sheep never forgets to follow, cuz my inner greed to feed your hate for loving us is hostile. |
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Fortunate for me it coincides with what comes natural, so the mongrels that |
| [02:44.61] |
I run with turn the ****ing yous into fast food |
| [02:46.62] |
Like a little freak sick of the 3 o'clock bully knuckle dust, nursing his last ************ner, finds the shoebox in his mother's truck. |
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Tomorrow's extra curricular punching bag will finger daddy's widow maker out a brown lunch bag (bang!). |
| [02:58.65] |
This is where the hunch back snake oil peddlers stuck under the burgundy sky of spaghetti westerns tend to bubble up. |
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Weathermen huddle up. |
| [03:06.48] |
Today the son of one too many 'yes sir's kings his checkers, watch the double jump. |
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Back with a platter of hot leeches that'll drink up-every bloody drop down to the last diseases, it's |
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A-E-S-O-P- |
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R-O-C-K, the peak twister. |
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Defender of the son of |
| [03:20.19] |
Vaughn Bode's |
| [03:20.88] |
Cheech Wizard. |
| [03:21.90] |
I used to pray the trea*******ents got easier with my aging like serotonin weekends was merely comedic hazing. |
| [03:27.84] |
Wrong, but along his travels located the key to world peace: “kill every mother****er but me.” |
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You cool with that? |
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Cool. Bang. |
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You? Cool. |
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Hang. You? |
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No? Uh... bang? |
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Cool. Sorry, dog, rules are rules. |
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And too long have |
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I followed yours. |
| [03:40.98] |
I'm trying to get them years back, and walk through every cipher with dynamite in a beer hat. |
| [03:46.11] |
Who's that walking with a hole in his head? |
| [03:48.15] |
Bazooka Tooth |
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Krueger, I came to break bread. |
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What's a troop's recipe for treacherous times? |
| [03:53.73] |
I tell 'em fast cars, danger, fire and knives. |
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Fast cars, danger, fire and knives... |
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I got her majesty |
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Athena riding shotty wide-eyed |
