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You little bastard, wait you’ll
get it
You’re hiding under your bed - Not for long
You ain’t got any way to Stop me
Your brother’ll find and kick your scrawny ass
Here in my room (I am king over my brothers)
You can’t run away (My word’s law and you obey)
You’re gonna get a righteous swirley
If you tell dad, you’re dead meat, little boy So better not!
And when you’re looking at me You cry
Realizing my power over you
Cry all morning (I am king over my brothers)
Whine all evening (My word’s law and you obey)
It won’t help you (I am king over my brothers)
We will play my way (My word’s law and you obey)
I’m gonna clean your clock
I’m gonna clean your clock
I’m gonna clean your clock
I’m gonna clean your clock
Make you my slave Dig your grave
You must behave The way I tell you
Make you my slaveDon’t you dare say -
Make you my slave You’re so pathetic
I’m gonna clean your clock
I’m gonna clean your clock
I’m gonna clean your clock
I’m gonna clean your clock
I’m gonna clean your clock
I’m gonna clean your
I’m gonna clean your clock
I’m gonna clean your
I’m gonna clean your clock
I’m gonna clean your
I’m gonna clean your clock
I’m gonna clean your... |
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