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When Saints Go Machine

Well if you don't like it go ahead, find yourself a saint go ahead now, try to find a boy who's gonna be what I ain't now what you need is a plastic

hum Saint Louis blues Or if you're forty-six years old and never have been kissed Go kiss an analyst, a psychoanalyst Go kiss an analyst, go kiss an

-C All the freaks know me, they call me Loc Daddy I rock shit on the daily, your girlfriend she paged me I bust you in the grill, then go chill with your

soaring towers left behind There's a fiberglass castle in Wisconsin Where kids race go-karts around a moat Once we went up there in December When every

1, 2, 3,4 Oh yeeeahh Oh yeeeeeeahh Well if you don't like it Go ahead find yourself a saint Go ahead now try to find a boy Who's gonna be what I ain'

's got tricks for you. Catch as Casius never become the killing machine. Run him over ruff shod 'til he bleeds army green out. So devout to the saint

1, 2, 3,4 Oh yeeeahh Oh yeeeeeeahh Well if you don't like it Go ahead find yourself a saint Go ahead now try to find a boy Who's gonna be what I ain'

mma show you how I do Just hit me when you get up top But come on through (Aight) Now I'm doin' inventory Guns, clips, vest, bullets So when I pull

: Well if you don't like it Go ahead, find yourself a saint go ahead now, Try to find a boy who's gonna be what I ain't now what you need is A plastic