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Yeah that's right |
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Wave your cowboy hats and your Stetson boots |
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And do your hooptihoops |
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He got one up, two down, everybody gather round |
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Fist fight, late night, money's tight, he's got a light? |
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Wanna stay, meant to pray, dilly dally on the way |
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On your knees, say please, where the hell're my car keys? |
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Big scam, fake tan, wham bam, thank you mam |
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Mastercard and Visa, rollin' up the reaper |
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No win, no fee, roll up and you'll see |
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Grab the mic, tube strike, hands up with your crack pipe |
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So keep on running on your treadmills |
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And choking on your vitamin pills |
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(Cause they ain't working honey) |
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Oh, cash your cheques, big pecks, no sex, shit I'm next |
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Can't escape, date rape, walk straight, work late |
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Truth or dare, cut your hair, damn... I don't wanna share |
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Play the blues, dole queues, win or lose you gotta choose |
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Richard Brans, slow jams, big hams, look no hands |
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Repeats, no treats, keep your kids off the streets |
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Lean cuisine, dirty dream, keep your filthy nose clean |
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Apple pie, don't lie, boys ain't supposed to cry |
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So pull out another bullseye |
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And keep chewin' on your humble pie |
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(Cause I ain't even hungry) |
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Oh one up, ten down, everybody's left the town |
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Tummy tucks, big ups, come and spend all your bucks |
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Double d-cups, and everybody's out of luck |
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Street hoes, cheerios, nothing in the grows |
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Skip school, dog drool, pissing in your swimming pool |
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Debuts, no clues, no shoes, no booze |
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Chemical babies, and the dogs have got rabies |
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Sell out, his songs, more bongs, morons |
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So keep on running on your treadmills |
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And choking on your vitamin pills |
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(Cause they ain't working, darling) |