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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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Psyched up for a riot
Come the revolution
That we rave
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Come the revolution
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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Psyched up for a riot
Come the revolution
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Psyched up for a riot
Come the revolution
That we rave
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Come the revolution
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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