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Well, they called me a little so and so and so, yeah |
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Now hummin' a different tune |
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Oh, this is a job for a stupid man |
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Smoke it down to the filter and put it out on your hand |
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Them cops was lined up about a week long all down the road |
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True crime homosexual gangster men were, were piled up on my living room floor |
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Well I'm gonna get my own rifle down, and point it on in your eye |
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And huff a big long breath, and shoot it |
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Shoot it and, and shoot it and shoot it and, and shoot it and shoot it and shoot it and shoot it |
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I'll call the cops on my own self, figure out a way to please those men |
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I'll play detective, I'll play bloodhound, sniffin' up clues with my nose in the mud |
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Down here in my shantytown, leave you alone, for the rest of my life |
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By the time I got my ass up off the grass and on the sidewalk |
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Made my way toward the house, well |
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I realized they made their way home |
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I know this shit will continue |
