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LOAN SHARK
01:54
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Though I was clear, Thought I was kind,
But people fuck around we know they get the knife
I caught a scent. the boy's without escape.
Payment's not a fucking choice
Hand it over or you die
Simple city living life, no enjoyment on this side
In the heaps of all this shit, money rules I need a grip
(Well I guess its about that time?)
Lets get these payments fufilled.
Here comes the Loan Shark
I bet I won't leave a speck, just like that boyle on your ass
I lurk, I stalk, I follow, I'm in the hedges with a shovel
I'll kick your ass just cause I want to
May not fear me, but you're going to
All these bitches shout and grumble, may not need to but I want to.
Im sick of all these bastards trying to borrow
I don't care about your fucking sorrows
Shut up pay me or decide dude
All my deals are fucking final.
Where's the shark? He's right behind you.
(Miller)
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KILLER OF THE MAN II
01:55
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I know what you want, I know what you wanna do
The Killer of the Man is you.
Pain is in the heart, Pain is in the heart, boo hoo
The Killer of the Man is you.
So what you gonna do?
What you gonna do when they come to bury you?
Tell me what's the score, tell me what's the score
You're mind is nearly gone and your body's getting sore
Another big shot with a heart of concrete
Out of order while there's death at your feet
Destroying all the lives that will benefit you
You better load up on medicine too
The Killer of the Man is you.
I know what you are, I know what you wanna do
The Killer of the Man is you.
So what you gonna do?
The Killer of the Man is you.
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Gus Baldwin Austin, Texas
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