A Fete Worse Than Death

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 Television, my teacher
 Confessor and preacher
 My bible
 My bile
 Talk show and trial
 You're wet, I'm wild
 For your shilling, I'm willing
 Tune in your lips and burning breath
 My fête worse than death
 He thinks he's bad
 Ain't got no plan
 Rock this shotgun up his motherfuckin' ass
 He thinks he's bad
 Ain't got no plan
 Rock this shotgun up his motherfuckin' ass
 Rock this shotgun
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 Rock this shotgun up his motherfucking ass
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 Rock this shotgun up his motherfucking ass
 My profit, my pusher
 My faker, my hooker
 A little praise, it's astounding
 In for a penny and I get a pounding
 Through all the drinks
 My vision shrinks and drowns this fife
 That slowly sinks
 He thinks he's bad
 Ain't got no plan
 Rock this shotgun up his motherfuckin' ass
 He thinks he's bad
 Ain't got no plan
 Rock this shotgun up his motherfuckin' ass
 Rock this shotgun
 Rock this shot
 Rock this shotgun up his motherfucking ass
 Rock this shotgun
 Rock this shot
 Rock this shotgun up his motherfucking ass