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Too Much (Thinking)

de Big Cakes

Be aggressive, B-E aggressive

Be aggressive, B-E aggressive

Just one girlie at the tourney and it's kill or be killed
The Dungeon Master is the bastard known as Pliny the Ill
but I, I could feel it coming through the air that night
Oh Lord, my sword's out. Jesus, just avert Your eyes
Took me years to develop these skills
I'm untouchable thanks to these pills
The way's paved with knaves that I've horribly slain
See me coming, better run for those hills. Listen up now

You got me killing, uh
You got me blind to feelings
I crush your face, I take your jewels, you have no way of dealing

Be aggressive, B-E aggressive

Be aggressive, B-E aggressive

Mirror mirror, uh, up on the wall, uh
who's the baddest motherfucker of them all, uh?
Just like Columbus, uh, he get the bloodlust, uh

Just like Columbus he get murderous on purpose

You got me hurting, uh
You got me pulling curtains
You sucking chili dogs while I go on my crazed berserking

Be aggressive, B-E aggressive

Be aggressive, B-E aggressive

10s and 20s, what's so funny, fucking 20 10?
Sweet Jesus, please just get me through this. Take me home again
But I'm all up in the Deathworld, snap
Rub a bump in the Deathworld, shit
I'm all heavy with the winnings not to mention all the sinning and I lost it in the Deathworld, crap

In the Valley of the Shadow a Boobery attacked
He was the hitman of the girlie, who survived to the last
She was the cutest necromancer that I ever did see
I almost wished myself to die so she could win the whole thing, but

Be aggressive, B-E aggressive

Be aggressive, B-E aggressive

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