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I'm one with the raindrops
But there's yet another sound
Now, could it be that Jeff
That fucking prick who you owe some money from the
From the bet that you lost to that fuck Jeff who works
Down the studioParanoia taken in
Temper rises paper thin
Evil lurks in every veinNow it's time I kill againSee the real behind the lie
See the evil in my eyes
How good it feels I can't disguiseYou're on your way to paradiseIt wasn't the mailman
Yeah sure it was JeffHe would not go away
So I stabbed his sick ass into quiet a mess
A mess it took me a while to disguise but now
There's no more Jeff
The fucking bastard's gone

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Dorp

DORP The story began when Piet Bez, a flame-haired, prophetic singer and his guitarist friend Kevin Floyd set off on an adventure. Their first move on leaving Capetown was to throw off their ska shackles (doesn’t everyone these days?) and “replace their sax player with a Frenchman with decks,” in the shape of gentle giant Fred KU. After a year gigging around London as an eccentric drill’n’bass disco outfit, they decided to bite the bullet and add a token Londoner. Luck was on their side when it turned out that Rob Driver could also play drums.

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