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Guns, bitches, hoes, crack |
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Death and disease, and a baseball bat |
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S T D's that have no name |
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Down at the clinic with a face full'a shame |
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Russian Roulette with a naked flame |
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Dangerously slow but in the fast lane |
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A big nose bleed and a bag of cocaine |
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Just got the news about the tumor in my brain |
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Just don't care so we sniff it all the same |
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Caught my best friend sleepin' with my girlfriend, Jane |
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Now I'm thinkin' of a way to get them slain |
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Assassins for hire, they shall get paid |
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Two-G, Three-G, whatever it costs |
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None of those fools shoulda got me crossed |
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I'm just about ready for some treacherous thing |
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Hand grenade on the plane looks another dunblane |
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Mass murderin', brains on the floor |
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You're dead 'cause I said you shouldn't live no more |
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You done and made me lose my cool |
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Where's my tool? Who's the bigger fool? |
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Road rage, pavement rage, all kind of rage |
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You'll be lucky if you get to see some old age |
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Every other day's a good day to die |
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Best be careful, if you's love your life |
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You don't know nothin', you don't see nothin' |
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You don't be nothin', you don't do nothin' |
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But we all got to be something and somebody |
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But everybody here can't be that rich |
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You know the sayin', 'Life's A Bitch' |
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I got my finger on the trigger with a nervous twitch |
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Keep your mouth shut, help me dig this ditch |
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Don't you be a stupid bitch |
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I took a blunt knife and cut a piece of my heart |
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That's my sacrifice, my wayward device |
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It sound mad though, my self-mutilation like |
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Doctor Fosters and his very first patient |
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The God's ain't happy 'cause man is praisin' himself |
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Plannin' to get to Heaven with that earthly wealth |
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Blood money, grudge money, nobody budge money |
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Mass futility, souls on the guillotine |
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Meantime I unravel, callin' Jimmy Saville |
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Come fix my epitomy I'm bitterly the bitterness |
