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Alright here we are back once again |
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The outcast |
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Outlaw |
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Outsider |
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Wasted youth |
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Growing excile |
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Here to take revenge on your sociaty |
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And spit our last breath in man kind's face |
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We ain't got no image |
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And we ain't got no style |
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We don't rap |
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And we can't act |
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And we deffinatly ain't too f**king pretty |
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But we'll drink you under tha table |
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Knock your f**king teeth out |
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Steal your f**king car |
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Piss in your face |
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F**k your f**king mother |
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And tell you the truth |
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The hole truth |
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And nothing but the truth |
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As we seen it while surving our life sentences |
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On the outside and darkside |
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On your sick twisted evil f**king sociaty |
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This here is my last chance |
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To rise above the gutter |
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And say to you and man kind and the hole f**king human race |
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F**k you |
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This hole thing is dedicated |
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To all the outcasts, white trash and wasted youth out there |
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Doing their time on the city streets |
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And praying to the night sky alone |
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This ones for us |
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Our kind belongs nowhere |
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Welcome to excile |
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Welcome to nowhere |
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These are the out law randoms |
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So let's f**king go |
