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Not another drugstore, not another town |
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Tired of the old school I had to put it down |
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You know there was a man |
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And he put the ground down |
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So we rollin' with the chemicals |
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And we got the new sound |
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Chemical reflections like cool aid with owlsley |
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Wicked on the track you know me |
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The drugstore cowboy, down boy |
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Up and silly with the twin, ring, ring connect it |
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Then proceed to rip it like scissors |
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Comin' through your town |
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Like a fuckin' blizzard, cheech wizard |
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High hat [unverified] with the track |
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You know me rollin' with my click |
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The one inch punch |
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And it's like a bag a bunch |
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Come on and [unverified] |
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Chemicals |
