Fifty Thousand dee-grees hot  
Burn your *** right on the spot  
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Great big flash of light and heat  
Fry your *** from head to feet  
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Mushroom clouds rise to the sky  
No time to kiss your *** good by  
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‘Tomic bombs are coming soon  
Blow your *** right to the moon  
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If by chance the blast you miss  
Fall-out's gunna end your bliss
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In the dark your *** glow
Retirement you can forgo
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Two weeks it takes for you to croak
You'll puke and **** and wretch and choak  
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Are you ready ready for your death?  
Go and snort more crystal ****
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So Hail! Hail! WW3
Very shortly it will be