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I can tell a Bible from a bottle of rye I can tell the mote from the mud in your eye A hawk from a handsaw, bamboo from a willow Gorilla, gorilla I know tragedy from thriller I know emptiness from filler I know bullshit when I smell a rat I know it's not a vanilla Marauding like Attila Munching leaves like a caterpillar You want King Kong, but you got Godzilla I might be a monkey, but you might be a killer I might be human, but you're still a gorilla You're still a gorilla, you're still a gorilla I know the forest from the trees I know Desdemona from Demosthenes You can have Charibis I'll take my chances with Scylla Gorilla, gorilla I know tragedy from thriller I know emptiness from filler I know bullshit when I smell a rat I know it's not a vanilla Marauding like Attila Munching leaves like a caterpillar You want King Kong, but you got Godzilla I might be a monkey, but you might be a killer You might be human, but you're still a gorilla You're still a gorilla, you're still a gorilla
I know tragedy from thriller I know emptiness from filler I know bullshit when I smell a rat I know it's not a vanilla Marauding like Attila Smoking leaves like a caterpillar You want King Kong, but you got Godzilla I might be a monkey, but you might be a killer You might be human, but you're still a gorilla You're still a gorilla, you're still a gorilla You're still a gorilla, you're still a gorilla
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