When I Get a Parking Ticket

I’m the lava son

I spit fiction

I exile authority

Extracting all smiles

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Friction is spawned

My boomerang is flying

No one can run

Hatred runs in my veins and spews

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Following rules

is for fools

Come and revolt

Lets take this machine down

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No more oil

Let the gears grind

Break, like my spirit

Don’t let me get my gun

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Run you fools

I target heads

Priest and nuns

cannot help you

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Like the Hulk

my freedom comes out

Extracting a reparation

I don’t need this

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Run you fools!

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By Bazooka Teaches