Let The Fools Cheer

Rumpelstiltskin Grinder

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    Get set, ready to go (Bet's on!)
    Track's fast but your horse is slow (Bet's off)
    Last call bet's at the door
    You can't win, you'll loose, you'll owe

    Dropped pass, right at the goal (Catch that!)
    Cheat and win 'cause we got no soul (That's sick)
    Got a hand in every game you throw
    We call the shots we run the show

    Let the fools cheer, rape their wallets as they cry
    Every bet becomes a loser, don't ask why
    Let the fools think all is wholesome with their game.
    Every contest you can think of, it's all the same.

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    Heavyweight, he's on a roll (He's gotta prove)
    Got a chance now to win it all (Take his shot)

    They don't know the fix is on
    We call the shots and down he falls
    Game 6 fan in the front row (That bitch)
    Crawfished a bet so we bleed him slow (Guy's fucked)
    Let his friend and his family know
    There's no escape from us we rule!

    Let the fools cheer keep them happy day by day
    No distraction means no knowledge... How we play
    Let the fools just try and stop us, we don't quit
    Kill them all to keep our secret, that's no shit!

    We're the bookies, you're the prey
    Every league does what we say
    In control, you can't forget, we're the gods of every bet

    Let the fools cheer, rape their wallets as they cry
    Every bet becomes a loser, don't you ask why

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