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I'm 'a hit you the back I'm not to your party Shake it, shake it, shake it you- Get your up that
Mother fucker rap I'm 'a hit you from the Choke I'm hot you're not poisonous pill Punk-punk-punk-pu-punk-punk
(Day one) A chapel and (Day three) The sun is on a perfect beach (Day six) A train that isn't (Day ten) And I want to see you off again
We the most crunk Indie city choking Turn up your The we play will blow the speakers
stop whistlin' To let them know what they've been Turn the on The we play will blow the system
(Day one) A and glistening (Day three) The sun is shining on a beach (Day six) A train isn't whistlin' (Day ten) And I want to see you off again
We the most crunk city choking chimeny-sweeper Turn up radio The song we play will blow the
Don't whistlin' To let them they've been missing Turn the on The song we play blow the system
We know the crunk Indie city chimeny-sweeper Turn up your The song we play will blow the
Don't whistlin' To let know they've been missing Turn your up The we play will blow the system
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But should be the first thing No ones been, no been The carpenter been Building you this
Burying Those heroes as gasping But should be the last thing