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we're smoking out the fiddler. we're sipping on a hundred proof liquor. welcome to the dooms day dawning. hot like the sun. no time to relax. we pack the doomsday gun. call me a drifter
richter. when i hit you with the stick 'em. i'm talking shit. the pit starter. a wanted man. the one who cuffed your daughter
to my bed stand
we're smoking out the fiddler. we're sipping on a hundred proof liquor. welcome to the dooms day dawning. hot like the sun. no time to relax. we pack the doomsday gun. call me a drifter
richter. when i hit you with the stick 'em. i'm talking shit. the pit starter. a wanted man. the one who cuffed your daughter
to my bed stand