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There is an old tradition,
A game we all can play.
You start by getting liquired up,
And sharpening your blade.
You take a shot of Whiskey,
You grab your knife and pray.
And spread apart your fingers,
And this is what you say.

Oh, I have all my fingers,
The knife goes chop chop chop.
If I miss the spaces in between,
My fingers will come off.
And if I hit my fingers,
The blood will soon come out.
But all the same, I play this game,
Cause thats what its all about!

No, you can't use pencil,
can not use a pen!
The only way is with your a knife,
When danger is your friend.
And some may call it stupid,
Some may call it dumb.
But all the same, we play this game
Because it's so damn fun!

Oh, I have all my fingers,
The knife goes chop chop chop
If I miss the spaces in between,
My fingers will come off.
And if I hit my fingers,
The blood will soon come out.
But all the same, I play this game,
Cause that's what its all about !
Oh, chop chop chop chop chop chop chop
Im picking up the speed.
And if I hit my fingers,
Then my hand will start to bleed.

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