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I had to let go of the python Because I'm heading off to war So now I need to find the kind kind of mammal Who knows what a killer's for What's a killer for? Five days a week I get nervous The other two days I get scared But I'm ready to fight the fucking fight of my life With the microphone, the kick, and the snare. Like this, like that So don't miss or you'll be laid out flat Letras de cancionesWhen I come back sixteen months later Will the mice still be cleaning the cage? Or will they be lumps in the gut of the snake Who kills without hatred or rage? So don't you think twice or you'll miss it Your two minute break's almost done So now it's back to grind Recoil, rewind And strike at the bastards who won Like this, like that So don't miss or you'll be laid out flat From Letras Mania