No.11 lyrics

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Artist(s)4 Lyn
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Number 11!!

So we got this far
And you're still wonderin' why we do shit
In our own kinda way (why? why?)
First round-knock-out get da fuck out
Why can't ya understand
The way we're actin all day (die! die!)
Call us strange give us strait-jackets
10ton-chains won't keep us away from what we believe so leave!
Suspension on our playground iz what u get
And our rage iz what u will recieve!

Twinkle twinkle lil' star
Oh I wonder where u are
U can't tell me nothing
But I can tell u anything
I can tell u everything
(But u never get it...)
But u never get it...
But u never get it...
But u never get it...
But u never get it

Whats your problem?
Tell me buddy does it feel good
2 get fucked by everybody
No doe 4 da brain-ticket
It's so dumb my friend come again Mr. Wicked

Second round-knock-out.. stay da fuck out!
U won't understand da way we're actin' all day (u never get it)
All this bullshit makes me sick
2 all ya punks suck my dick
(U never get it...)

Twinkle twinkle little girl
A black stain in ya intact world
All ya envy just cannot reach
And all this bullshit cannot teach me
Cannot teach me cannot reach me
Can not reach..me

Twinkle twinkle little girl
A black stain in your intact world
All ya envious thoughts can never teach me

Number 11



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