.All day, each and every which way.
We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
All day, each and every which way.
We spit flames, steady playin' a sick game!
Otis:
I'm hiding out in the dark in all of them cemetary places
And I put tattoo teardrops on all the dead bodie's fac.
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