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I want my goon thugs to go out there and kick
People and smash 'em in the arms
Twist necks, give 'em a crick
I want my stooge thugs out there smashing some heads
Pump pepper gas into their eyes
And maybe make some dead

Lunkheads are in my service
I tell 'em what to do
They are just one armed branch of my criminal crew
What I say, they do

I want my stooge thugs to go do ill
I got the Fascist touch
I have learned the drill
I want my dupe thugs to do just what I say
To go out there and cause a fight
And claim others started the fray

Dunces are in my service
They are my Brownshirt crew
They are just one rank rank in my criminal crew
They're gassing moms too

I want my douche thugs, rotten punks who're no good
Arm 'em all with batons and gats
They can smash some heads with hard wood
I want my ghoul thugs to take people out
Tell 'em to go beyond a punch
While dictators I tout

Scumbags are in my service
If they weren't, what they'd do
Be thrown into prison with other gangster crews
That's the kind I choose