Punk Bitch Flash

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    You're a sick, sick boy you are
    You've got your wine, women 'n' cash
    Semi-automatic superstar
    In the pan you're a punk bitch flash

    I'll round up every beast you let out
    I'll round up every beast you let out
    I'll round up every beast you let out
    I'll round up every beast you let

    Tell me mister, what's your story today?
    Who is it you want to be?

    I've bought some ammo and I'll send it your way
    Destroyin' friends and family

    I feel a stranger stealing my candy
    But you're a housefly trapped under glass

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    Fat chance of getting me in your caddy
    In the pan you're a punk bitch flash

    I'll round up every beast you let out
    I'll round up every beast you let out
    I'll round up every beast you let out
    I'll round up every beast you let

    I'll round up every beast you let out
    I'll round up every beast you let out
    I'll round up every beast you let out

    Masquerading as a man about town
    The seventh chord is my fist hittin' your face

    You think you're on, but nobody's straight down
    In the scheme of things you're gonna lose the race

    I'll round up every beast you let out
    I'll round up every beast you let out
    I'll round up every beast you let out
    I'll round up every beast you let

    I'll round up every beast you let out
    I'll round up every beast you let out
    I'll round up every beast you let out

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