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Why must my visions be so clear |
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The truth, the truth, |
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I've got work to do |
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I got shot with a buck shot, shot me down |
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But you know you can't paint a frown on a clown |
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Sewer gutter blood runs through my system |
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Death stopped by but |
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I must have just missed him |
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Am I in a southwest street gang? |
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Do I bang, do |
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I slang, do |
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I let my mother****in' nuts hang? |
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But do you care |
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I got stabbed in the eye and you wouldn't no where |
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And what about the time |
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I got ****ed |
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When I got shot in the throat, ****in' sucked |
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But you news wouldn't on that |
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You could give a **** less never thought less unless |
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Something happened in your suburbs |
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I'm a cut your daddy's neck, you little ****in' nerd |
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I don't give a **** where you're from boy |
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So don't tell me 'cause |
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I don't give a **** |
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It's all about what's going on in your head |
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Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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You could give a **** less about the seventeen dead |
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The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection |
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I woke up next to a dead body |
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Roll it out the way and jump out of bed |
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Strap on my kicks and step out my room' |
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Cause somehow there's another stiff in the bathroom |
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Dead ****s all over the grass |
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I'm a kick somebody in they dead ass |
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Quick to make a left on |
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JeffersonAnd |
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I noticed there's another stiff riding shotgun |
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Am I just seeing things? |
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No, is your mother a soggy ho? |
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I like to drink |
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Faygo, out from the |
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ScottiesBut then one out of one of my homeboys turned into dead bodies |
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But I'm straight with that |
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Just don't be leaving your guts in my car an' shit |
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Wait a minute, wait, get your head on straight |
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I drop seventeen tears from eyes every ****ing day |
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I gotta wonder if they do |
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Should I burn the rebel flag or the red white and blue too |
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I can't do much, but they can |
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But those mother****ers gotta death wish, man |
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I'm gonna swim in they blood shed |
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Justi-justify the seventeen dead |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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You could give a **** less about the seventeen dead |
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The seventeenth boyfriend lost his erection |
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Yeah, dead bodies man |
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They ain't so bad |
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I mean they're all over in the |
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Streets an' shi, ya know |
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But they don't be ****in' with you |
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They just lay there dead as shit |
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I mean they tasted kinda straight |
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With a little mustard, man |
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Yeah, much worse |
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Seventeen dead bodies hanging from a telephone wire |
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All seventeen on fire |
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Lightening up the sky with the smell of death |
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Rich bigot ****er, take a deep breath |
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Look at you makes me go batty |
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Mother****er don't be nothing like your daddy' |
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Cause he's nothing but a redneck hoe |
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Him and his kind created this ghetto |
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They can deal with they own creation |
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Move out farther, suburb vacation |
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But it don't work like that |
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Knock at your door and it's me running slug bat |
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I'm a stick it to your ****in' nugget |
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About seventeen times and you're gonna love it, mother****er |
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Drive down my street |
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And stare at the folks who can't make end's meet |
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You don't know now but that's the plan |
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Most people in |
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Hell were rich when they died, man |
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Take that to your golden bed' |
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Cause I'ma cut your ass up for the seventeen dead |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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I'ma cut your ass up man, for the seventeen dead |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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I'ma chop your ass up man, for the seventeen dead |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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I'll chop you, |
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I'll slice you, seventeen dead |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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Seventeen dead, anybody else |
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Yeah yeah yeah |
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Well, ya know |
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Violent J's kinda wicked |
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If there's a booger in my nose, |
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I'ma pick it |
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And flick it in your eye like you ain't |
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JackAnd stomp my boots on your nut sack |
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Well, I'm |
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Shaggy and |
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I'm in the house |
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You don't think so, |
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I'll put a brick in your mouth |
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Can't nobody flex on a nutty clown |
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I got boys down river straight hick town |
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Well, ya know |
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I'm coming straight from the trailor park |
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That's me out front working on the |
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SkylarkI'm waiting on a check, |
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I don't cut the grass |
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And my woman's got babies falling all out her ass |
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I'll be running with the carnival until |
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I'm eighty' |
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Cause they know |
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I'm going out with the fat lady |
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I strip the bitch down to the nitty gritty |
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But I ain't saying shit about a wooden titty |
