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Why must my visions be so clear |
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The truth, the truth, 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 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 i slang, do i let my motherfuckin' nuts hang? |
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But do you care |
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I got stabbed in the eye and you wadn't no where |
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And what about the time i got fucked |
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When i got shot in the throat...fuckin' sucked |
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But you news wouldn't know me |
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You could give a fuck less never the 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 fuckin' nerd |
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I don't give a fuck where you're from boy |
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So don't tell me cuz i don't give a fuck |
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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, it don't bother you (3x) |
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Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead |
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Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x) |
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You could give a fuck 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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Cuz somehow there's another stiff in the bathroom |
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Dead fucks 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 jefferson |
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And i noticed there's another stiff riding shotgun |
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Am i just seeing things? no. |
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Is your mother a soggy ho? |
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I like to drink faygo, out from the scotties |
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But then one out of one of my homeboys turned into |
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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 n' 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 fucking 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 motherfuckers 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, it don't bother you (3x) |
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Do or don't you care about the seventeen dead |
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Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x) |
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You could give a fuck 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 n shit ya know |
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But they don't be fuckin' 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 fucker, take a deep breath |
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Look at you makes me go baddy |
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Motherfucker don't be nothing like your daddy |
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Cuz 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 fuckin' nugget |
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About seventeen times and you're gonna love it |
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Motherfucker |
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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 hell were rich when they died, man |
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Take that to your golden bed |
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Cuz i'm a cut your ass up for the seventeen dead |
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Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x) |
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Im gonna cut your ass up man, for the seventeen dead |
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Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x) |
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Im gonna chop your ass up man, for the seventeen dead |
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Seventeen dead, it don't bother you (3x) |
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Well, ya know violent j's kinda wicked |
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If there's a booger in my nose i'm a pick it |
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And flick it in your eye like you ain't jack |
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And stomp my boots on your nutsack |
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Well, i'm shaggy and i'm in the house |
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You don't think so, 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 i'm coming straight from the trailor park |
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That's me out front working on the skylark |
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I'm waiting on a check, 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 i'm eighty |
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Cuz they know 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 |
