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We're running out of karma and here's mud in your eye,I guess it's you.I'm gonna love you till you die!I got a candy-coating,In a barrel of brine,I guess it's you,You're gonna take me for a ride.I'm gonna make you howl like a trailer-park wife,On the first day of her new life,Interchangeable knife!She's a big, big brider,Got the devil inside her,Burger-cook,Back in my jeans,Hotter than a meth-lab-fire.She'll change a brother,Kickin' times,Slide it up and break rhymes,It's such a beautiful position,Got electrical vibes.Put tequila into my lime,Be the liberty of life,Just chop it up,I don't need no cook,Got an interchangeable knife,Letras de cancionesYeah.We're moving through the motions of a heart-shaped lie,I guess it's you, (I guess it's you)I guess it's you who gonna cry.If you wanna make a baby, rip it out of your side,I guess it's you, (I guess it's you),You gonna spread 'em open wide.She's a rollin'-pin momma and a rational wife,Man, it's such an interesting life,International knife!Hey!Yeah, I know that girl.What I might be lacking in class,Make up for in ass.Try stripping down and flying,Down the interstate fast,With original sin,Dancin' for my lips when I talk,Got a shotgun rack,In the back of my truck.Pull the shift full into first,It's all ready to burst,And the second,Easy neckin',Go into third,Into fourth,Ooh!Ooh.Interchangeable knife!Interchangeable knife! From Letras Mania