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my left tooth is 
communing with the dead
its sending me mixed messages 
in my head 
that I may already be dead
so I wiggle it around 
and spit it to the ficken ground
and yell out, to say 
yea! that's what the hell you get  
play-en around in my messed-up head
that's what you expected, anyway 
so spit your left tooth out  
when its dangling from the left side of your head

hook:
so, whats the deal 
so, whats the new game 
you don't handcuff 
me the same  
so you do, want to play
hook and bait 
or caught and jail 
you just want-a try and send 
a gurl to hell  
but I don't  want-a 
play that way   

well! I got your message 
and, I could smell that most
funky ghost 
it was dancing in the foul morning air 
yea! it made me ill 
and yea, it made
my, hold body sick
and if, I had one wish 
I'd wish your evil butt away
and try and survive anther (another) day   

your so dirty 
and that was
so low down 
now I see that how 
the man really gets down    


hook:
so, whats the deal 
so, whats the new game 
you don't handcuff 
me the same  
so you do, want to play
hook and bait 
or caught and jail 
you just want-a try and send 
a gurl to hell  
but I don't  want-a 
play that way   

aka: lyricvixen

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