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Don't you love it madly when it sleeps in your basement |
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On some gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today shit |
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And don't you love the way that you can relate |
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To everything your favorite rapper has to say about your hatred |
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Get a hobby now why they wanna watch me in some hotel lobby |
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Getting sloppy with this pillow built mommy |
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Probably never be global like Tupac |
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But the local boys keep my shit hard in they jukebox |
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Sittin' here pretending I'm not tipsy |
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Watching over sensitive hippies |
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Use my records for they dog frisbees |
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Be a good little fishy |
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And book me a ticket to your city |
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So your girlfriend'll kiss me |
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I'm the bee that came to pollinate the flower |
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Make a meal borrow a towel and take a shower |
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It's called love in return they bake bread |
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Pay dollars, make bets |
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Catch buzz, give head |
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They call it love and I get plenty of it |
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The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it |
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They call it hate and I get plenty of it |
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The snakes always wanna put your name where they tongue splits |
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They call it love and I get plenty of it |
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Give hugs to the public put plugs in the budget |
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They call it hate and I get plenty of it |
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But they know who to call when they want the party jumpin |
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We bust in to your system search through the evidence |
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Opening hoping to find why you love your residence |
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Put your fists up, put your chips up |
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Act a kid act adult or get your fabric ripped up |
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They said like what? Like they didn't know me |
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6 foot 3 ugly mug and simple flow (like that, like that) |
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And a bottle of jimmy beam (peace) |
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My name is slug and I'm down with the winning team |
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They wanna kill my steam I didn't care |
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Just lead me to the fiti with the pretty hair |
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Jumping up and down with the passion of a battle |
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Jester of the kingdom see me amalgamate(?) the castle |
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Sean is such an asshole naw I'm a dickhead |
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Stealing cigarettes from the rest of the mislead |
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And join me avoid me do what you must do |
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But man up and understand why they don't love you |
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They call it love and I get plenty of it |
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The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it |
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They call it hate and I get plenty of it |
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The snakes always wanna put your name where they tongue splits |
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They call it love and I get plenty of it |
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Give hugs to the public put plugs in the budget |
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They call it hate and I get plenty of it |
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But they know who to call when they want the party jumpin |
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Looking through your pinhole |
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Who you gonna insult |
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Atmosphere up in here |
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Yea where'd your grin go |
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Got a sock of nickels and quarters |
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For unsupportive cocksmokers that wanna ripple these waters |
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You hate to love it |
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Keep changing up the subject |
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Still ain't saying nothing |
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We knew you that would jump ships |
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Get back inside your magic pumpkin you puppet |
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Cause all you got left in your life is a big what if |
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No names just pertains to a flock of you |
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The fuck you gonna do when no ones watchin you |
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Sweep up the fuck-ups |
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Tighten up the lug nuts |
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Let your world turn with no concern for what slug does |
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I'm not number 1 |
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I'm just my mothers son |
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No regrets show respect what's done is done |
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I understand why your so discouraged |
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Now show your love like it was when you was discouraged |
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They call it love and I get plenty of it |
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The rich kids burn it, my broke people dub it |
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They call it hate and I get plenty of it |
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The snakes always wanna put your name where they tongue splits |
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They call it love and I get plenty of it |
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Give hugs to the public put plugs in the budget |
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They call it hate and I get plenty of it |
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But they know who to call when they want the party jumpin |
