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Renegade conquer the estate

His daddy’s down dealing

Creation heaving

His mom is on it

Then off it Then on it again

There’s a mad dog

Inside his guts

Got a mad dog

Inside his guts

Got a mad dog

Inside his guts

Walled hate

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That we rave

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Sure time, wheeler-dealer

Of hashish and tequila

A sure-fire healer

Hashish and tequila

Got reservoir dogs

On pirate tape

They’ve lost tears

They’ve lost their shape

Got two lungs

That’ve both gone black

Got two lungs

That’ve both gone black

Got two lungs

That’ve both gone black

But they still get

Smashed on dope and crack

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That we rave

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That we rave

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Come the revolution

Burn

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(Leave it to the dogs)

I’m spiked

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