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I killed my dinner with karate
kick 'em in the face, taste the body
shallow work is the work that I do.
Do you want to sit at my table?
My fighting fame is fabled
and fortune finds me fit and able.
And you do say
that you do pray
and you do say
that you're okay.
Do you want to run with my pack?
Do you want to ride on my back?
Pray that what you lack does not distract.
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