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Beef Supreme - The Surgeon Lyrics

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  • [Verse #1]
  • A forest of tongues rooted deep in their sockets dry... silence
  • An army of eyes gazing round for some flaw to spy... violence
  • Twenty-five grand to reattach a retina... (in a) furnace
  • Twenty-five and out, and all the good it's getting you... burn this
  • [Chorus]
  • I'm a pro, I'm a surgeon
  • Ice-cold veins, keep on working
  • White-hot pain, feel nothing at all
  • [Verse #2]
  • The time I burned the armrest in the Mustang with a cigarette... junked it
  • The test that they gave to see if you were feeling it... flunked it
  • The latest in a series of biggest disappointments yet... waitress
  • Finally get it right, and there's no one left to witness it... hate this

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