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Some people think they jive me, |
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But I know they must be crazy |
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Don't see their misfortune, |
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I guess they're just too lazy |
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Je suie le grand zombie |
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My yellow belt of choisen |
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Ain't afraid of no tomcat, |
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Fill my brains with poison |
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Walk through the fire, |
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Fly through the smoke |
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See my enemy, |
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At the end of their rope |
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Walk on pins and neeedles |
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See what they can do |
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Walk on guilded splinters |
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With the King of the Zulu |
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Walk to me, get it, come, come |
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Walk on guilded splinters |
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Walk to me, get it, come, come |
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Walk on guilded splinters |
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Till I burn up. |
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Till I burn up. |
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Till I burn up. |
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Till I burn up. |
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I roll out my coffin |
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Drink poison in my chalice |
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Pride begins to fade |
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And you all feel my malice |
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Put gris-gris on your doorstep |
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And soon you be in the gutter |
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Melt your heart like butter, |
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An-an-and I can make you stutter |
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Walk to me, get it, come, come |
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Walk on guilded splinters |
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Walk to me, get it, come, come |
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Walk on guilded splinters |
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Till I burn up. |
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Till I burn up. |
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Till I burn up. |
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Till I burn up. |