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I'm the one who killed |
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Slick Willie |
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I'm here to turn myself in |
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I'm the one and |
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I don't feel guilty |
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If I could then |
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I would do it again |
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He was a friend of my old man |
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He came by every couple of months or so |
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With a brown paper bag full of bandit cash |
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Have a couple of drinks and he would go |
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He taught me this old dirty fistfight trick |
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But it only worked about half the time |
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Black and blue |
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I was born into |
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Unorganized crime |
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I'm the one who killed |
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Slick Willie |
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May he never rest in peace |
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Everyone around |
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Portland knew |
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He was a lowlife to say the least |
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Some kind of prize fighter back in his day |
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Took his pay and bought the toughest joint in town |
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Where my old man chose to throw his whole life away |
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Chasing cheap cocaine and crazy women around |
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With Willie, the wire, wearing stepped on coke |
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Selling lunch money, pimp of his time |
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Born into it, |
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I knew that |
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I could do it |
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There'd be too many suspects to solve the crime |
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But I'm the one who killed |
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Slick Willie |
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I'm here to put this to rest |
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I'm the one and it wasn't easy |
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I ain't afraid to confess |
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That I kicked his back door down |
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Let myself in, stuck a gun up to the side of his head |
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He turned around so fast, it knocked it out of my hand |
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And for a second there |
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I thought that |
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I was dead |
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But I know this old dirty fistfight trick and |
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It works about half the time |
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I still can't believe he didn't see it coming |
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But he didn't |
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Unorganized crime |
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Unorganized crime |
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Unorganized crime |
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Unorganized crime |
