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John Paul Rutter was a fifth grade outcast,
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kids talked about him being the freak of the whole class.
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Used to walk home by himself after school,
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there he had a microwave, a genicidal tool.
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He liked to play with toys, the joy of every kid,
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but no one is to sure why he did what he did.
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Five years of being bullyed, he finally blew his lid,
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All his JOE's he'd rid, all that anger he hid.
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Sgt. Slaughter, where's your head? You seen Storm Shadow (whole band goes "NO") I bet he's dead. Poor old Dojo, his legs full of led, there is part of Doc, he's no longer a med.
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Times like these kinda brang him down.
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People drop like flys yeah all around.
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Rapid Fire's not gonna make it up,
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Gotta stop the melting now enough is enough.
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His teacher Mr. Matthews, tried harder than anyone.
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but the kids used to taunt, hes what made recess fun.
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Although he was quick, no matter how fast he would run.
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6 years later, he'll show up with a handgun.
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Cobra Commander, where'd you go? Your off with Zarana, what a big (whole band yells "HO")! Becareful, she Firefly's wife you know....and his best friend Croc-Master, hes one tough (whole band yells "MOFO!")
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Thats was the story of one crazy child
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16 sad long years, im sure he's gotten wild.
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When you watch, and listen, you dont think to defend,
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when he blows your fucking school up, well that is the end.
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End of War
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| Know Talent |
