Vulture by James
Tiptoe behind sapper
Who crawls through the minefield
Knife in the soil, and his ear to the ground
Hiding in shadow, he takes the risks
You are the pimp who steals the sound
Fox breathes again, when the fox breathes again
When you spy a fresh face remember the rich taste
You want a part, at the cost of it all, so you open your flick knife
And lop off a thick slice
Envy makes the flyer fall
Please don't hitch a ride with us, you leave a slime that turns to pus
Your appetite is out of sight
I think I'll be feeding you dynamite
Please don't hitch a ride with us, you leave a slime that turns to pus
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