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Nasum - Drop Dead lyrics
A putrid stench of ignorance spreads around you Walking in the wrong direction it seems you have no clue Your stupid remarks pollute the air I breathe You're a walking talking parasite on decency you feed Your neo-Nazi "intelligence" Seems to me like very poor defence What do I have to do to get through to you? Why don't you just drop dead! |
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