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Please don't add me just to trade...
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Somewhere, out past nowhere
I was born in the middle of an air raid
Since I hit the dirt, I was on the run
The son of a gun and a switchblade
Got my uzi lying on my bed stand
I made napalm in my sink
Pipe-bomb in my pants pocket
I just put cyanide in your drink
Mic stand's always at my side
Jack-knife in my boot
Fully automatic machine-gun
Is loaded and ready to shoot