| I got this new game, I call it Kurt
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| Escape from New York, meet me in the dirt
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| I mean no harm, maybe just a little
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| These are the end of times, meet me in the middle
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| Politics, we never vote
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| Cause you won’t hang yourself if you don’t choose a rope, no
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| We’re just a silhouette, just some hired hands
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| If money talks then I don’t understand
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| You know it, she knows it
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| We’re burning in the sweet sunshine
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| We know it, he knows it
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| Baby, it’s the end of times
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| Lie, cheat, steal, kill, win, do it like a winner (winner)
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| The church steals, rapes, kills and they call you a sinner (sinner)
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| Set fire to 'em, I’m finna
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| Attack 'em like a dog off the leash in a kennel
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| Fight for the people forever
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| Will it ever change? |
| No, never
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| The Devil got control of the winner
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| Winner makes waves, be the winner, make bubbles, they love it
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| Chuckle out loud when their voice gets smothered
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| Get with big clips and full leaf dusters
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| Bust into class and the mass start busting
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| Guns in our clutches can’t be trusted
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| The war machine will remain uninterrupted
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| Man’ll go nuts trying to tackle the subject
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| Clutch to the drugs like the hand from a mother
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| You know it, she knows it
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| We’re burning in the sweet sunshine
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| We know it, he knows it
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| Baby, it’s the end of times
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| I wrote a song for the party, but I got the words wrong
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| It was the end of the world
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| It was a birthday song
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| So come, pick a tune, sing along, sing along
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| You know it, she knows it
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| We’re burning in the sweet sunshine
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| We know it, he knows it
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| Baby, it’s the end of times |