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Here it come, here it comes
I said here it comes, here it come
Here it come, here it comes
Here it come, here it comes
Here it come, here it comes

I'm push an' pullin', back and forth and gain no ground
A knockin' down an' pound, pound, pound, huh
A kickin' screamin', wack duct taped to make no sound
A sittin' still to take the pow, pow, p-p-pow

Going down hard with a bang, bang, bang shot
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it

Longer you live, you get what you give
What you're reaping
First out alive is the one to survive
You are creeping

Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back, yeah
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah
Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back, yeah
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya, put it in ya

A spittin' blood and teeth and guts out on ya shoes
A kiss my ass an' born to lose, huh
Like Mr. Blond, tap dancin' dali on P.D.
All tied up in misery, p-p-pow

Going down hard with a bang, bang, bang shot
Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it

Passing the buck as you run outta luck
Now you are weeping
Crossing the line, as you run out of time
Are you creeping?

Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah
Cold hard fact gonna stick it in ya back, yeah
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah
Said, yeah, jerk gonna put it in ya, put it in ya

Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back, yeah
Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah
Cold hard fact gonna slip it in ya back, yeah
Said, yeah, jerk gonna put it in ya, put it in ya

Yeah, yeah, down, down, down, down
Going down hard with a bang, bang, bang shot
Here it come, here it comes   I said here it comes, here it come   Here it come, here it comes   Here it come, here it comes   Here it come, here it comes      I'm push an' pullin', back and forth and gain no ground   A knockin' down an' pound, pound, pound, huh   A kickin' screamin', wack duct taped to make no sound   A sittin' still to take the pow, pow, p-p-pow      Going down hard with a bang, bang, bang shot   Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it      Longer you live, you get what you give   What you're reaping   First out alive is the one to survive   You are creeping      Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back, yeah   Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah   Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back, yeah   Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya, put it in ya      A spittin' blood and teeth and guts out on ya shoes   A kiss my ass an' born to lose, huh   Like Mr. Blond, tap dancin' dali on P.D.   All tied up in misery, p-p-pow      Going down hard with a bang, bang, bang shot   Bring it, bring it, bring it, bring it      Passing the buck as you run outta luck   Now you are weeping   Crossing the line, as you run out of time   Are you creeping?      Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah   Cold hard fact gonna stick it in ya back, yeah   Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah   Said, yeah, jerk gonna put it in ya, put it in ya      Cold hard fact gonna get ya in the back, yeah   Cold hard fact gonna put it in ya back, yeah   Cold hard fact gonna slip it in ya back, yeah   Said, yeah, jerk gonna put it in ya, put it in ya      Yeah, yeah, down, down, down, down   Going down hard with a bang, bang, bang shot
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