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An original into a Casualties chant with extra words, booya!
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Alright lets get ripped, Hey yo its one o'clock! Lets fucking wake and bake, Forsaken fates we trace in place among the face we made them, Been facing changes, been changing faces, taking places, Light up, sun up, wake up, FUCKED UP! SMOKE WEED EVERYDAY!
Forty ounce forty ounce forty ounce casualty! Work is out, people suck, they're assholes so lets get drunk, a forty ounce to my dome, a box of blunts, I'm coming home, your complex music simply sucks! I can't even give a fuck! Forty ounce casualty, that's the only way to be! Forty ounce forty ounce forty ounce casualty! A beer for a beer, a blunt for a blunt, we all get high and we all get drunk, we're breaking strings, we're pounding skins, raising hell and living in sin! Oi! motherfucking Oi! Forty ounce forty ounce forty ounce casualty!
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