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I don't give a ***** about you, you, her |
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That *****, that *****, ya'll, them |
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***** clot laws dripping out ya'll trim' |
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Bout to fill ya cup up to the rim with brimstone |
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***** yo Grammy |
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Stick the bell part up ya ass call ya mammy |
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I don't need ya love mutha*****a god damn he |
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Critics wanna slam me |
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Put me in a jam till |
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I come back with the jammy |
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Blaow, knock your whole car window out till ya eyes white out ***** lights out |
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Got you dead on arrival at your service on |
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Saturday your whole family carry bibles |
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Got the whole building nervous, they turn around see me walk up in the service |
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I wrote your eulogy on toilet paper, right out in the rain |
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*****s got nerve, well |
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I'm your novacane |
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This is fire and brimstone |
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Kill you with fire and brimstone, uh |
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This is fire and brimstone, uh |
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I'm a Mercedes man, a late 80's man |
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I guess you could call me the perennial ladies man |
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Got some really rich friends and they all really like me cause |
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I really pitch trims |
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Sometimes when |
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I'm bored |
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I kick it with dumb folk |
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They all really hate me like rottening egg yolks |
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I love to rub it in because |
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I'm not a proper fit for your world of bull*****t |
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You miserable mutt minds flawed by design |
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You'll never have the temperament to experiment with the benevolent |
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You're irrelevant, it should be your job to shovel *****t |
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You need to cultivate and develop it |
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Get in the manure business andsell a bit |
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I'm a precious stone, wrapped in parchment papershootin' meister jager |
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A dignitary, you're a lowly begger |
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Why don't you pull your plug you stupid ***** |
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If you're steering wheel is not wrapped in wood then you don't have the touch |
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So you will never feel it cause you denigrate too much |
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Who are you to judge, who are you to critique, who are you to falsify my presence |
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I am unique so you can keep your $20 you ain't gotta buy my |
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CDmutha*****a not a problem |
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That's why |
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I'm a recluse, not the one you set loose |
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Mutha*****as in this game use my name to get juice |
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Say it, David |
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Blake, a maven, amazing |
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B-b-brighter than the forest when it's blazing |
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Asteroid, past the void, keep it pu*****ng, that a boy |
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Gotta get it hotter than oven cooking, that's a joy |
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For these last four bars |
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I take it easy |
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But you still a mutha*****a and your cheesy |
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Don't trust your memory |
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Write down what you feel about me |
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If yo head ain't rocking back and and forth then doubt me |
