Glue
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Glue
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I don’t want to know what is wrong with you
You got a cripple in your fate
Don’t want to hear what is hurting you
Be wise and you’ll mate
One day you’ll see
That her fat head will eat me
You’re a dead horse riding
But i’m out for you
Fill my pistol pocket
Melt her down to glue
Melt her down to glue
Sharp like a whip
Blue boney eyes
Sharp like a whip
Kill kid surprise
One day you’ll see
That her fat head will eat me
You’re a dead horse riding
But i’m out for you
Fill my pistol pocket
Melt her down to glue
Melt her down to glue
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