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My intentions are dubious |
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like those of Senor Rubio's in 19-20 |
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against Venustiano Carranza |
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!Viva Ortiz! nia Mortiis |
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with the Pick, the Shovel and the Sickle |
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**** Mr. Pickle swerving around |
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with the singular testical |
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I'm the man with the 88 methods like Tical |
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and I'm biblical |
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like Samson, Delilah and Deborah |
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mathematical like |
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trigononometry and algebra et cetera |
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that's enough boastin' for one stanza |
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extravaganza |
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try and be brooklynesque |
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like Tony Danza |
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but you end up balding and |
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neurotic like George Costanza |
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with Jerry Seinfeld |
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and Kramer |
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the only reason you date her |
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is so that you could blame her of fornicating, |
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dating others |
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flirting, inserting words in the mouths of your brothers |
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youse a jealous ****er, aintcha? |
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well, try and grow up |
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I had invisible paint |
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I'd paintcha |
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and then throw up on ya and then go all out |
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I'd love to see you |
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shit those pants and then stall out |
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You can ask a man what |
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he's accused of or convincted of |
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but never what he done |
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Just when you think that you've |
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been able to turn your life around |
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before you know it |
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you're back to square one |
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Toxoplasmosis, |
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stone tablets down the mountain like Moses, bring the tanks and the hoses, |
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I'll bring the pressure like osmosis, flowerbed |
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dapphodils and roses |
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head exploded |
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unable to make out ears from noses - it's all a mess, ohmigod |
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god bless goes the preacher |
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remindin' you of your Sunday School teacher |
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or some other morbid creature |
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you know you never were able to feature |
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all the traits of a Good Christian |
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reach-uppity-reacher |
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I'll meet you down the road |
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seat you down the road on a couch, ya potato |
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youse a lemonhead like Kato Kaelin |
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mailing digitized evidence |
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to the prosecution witnesses |
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die lonely like Van Gogh and go Mandrill with the Mango Meat/meet |
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me Just Outside of Town, |
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your skin colour's just inside of black |
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but just outside of brown almost indjan, deep, exotic like the Pacific Ocean |
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what I mean is like |
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exact, precise, specific motion? |
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You can ask a man what |
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he's accused of or convincted of |
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but never what he done |
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Just when you think that you've |
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been able to turn your life around |
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before you know it |
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you're back to square one |
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before you know it |
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you're back to square one |
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before you know it |
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you're back to square one |
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You can ask a man what |
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he's accused of or convincted of |
|
but never what he done |
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Just when you think that you've |
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been able to turn your life around |
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before you know it |
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you're back to square one |
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before you know it |
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you're back to square one |
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before you know it |
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you're back to square one |