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Get set, ready to go (Bet's on!) Track's fast but your horse is slow (Bet's off) Last call bet's at the door You can't win, you'll loose, you'll owe Dropped pass, right at the goal (Catch that!) Cheat and win 'cause we got no soul (That's sick) Got a hand in every game you throw We call the shots we run the show Let the fools cheer, rape their wallets as they cry Every bet becomes a loser, don't ask why Let the fools think all is wholesome with their game. Every contest you can think of, it's all the same. Heavyweight, he's on a roll (He's gotta prove) Got a chance now to win it all (Take his shot) They don't know the fix is on We call the shots and down he falls Game 6 fan in the front row (That bitch) Crawfished a bet so we bleed him slow (Guy's fucked) Let his friend and his family know There's no escape from us we rule! Let the fools cheer keep them happy day by day Letras de cancionesNo distraction means no knowledge... How we play Let the fools just try and stop us, we don't quit Kill them all to keep our secret, that's no shit! We're the bookies, you're the prey Every league does what we say In control, you can't forget, we're the gods of every bet Let the fools cheer, rape their wallets as they cry Every bet becomes a loser, don't you ask why From Letras Mania