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"Busted bad and dusted boy, your mind's a terrible thing" |
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Said the man with a dirty hand who claimed that he was king |
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The chokin' angels from inside, tryin' to make them sing' |
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Cause your short of breath an' close to death from sleepin' on the wing |
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Dirty king, dirty king, now you're strapped in for the ride |
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It's so hard to be a fighter when your hands are always tied |
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A Mr. Innocent |
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Blood and said he kills but just for love |
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Too bad the good ones always have to take your blame |
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Hey, sharp tongue liar, make all pay in a bed of fire |
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Too bad your dreams are always made of losin' games, loser |
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Dirty king, dirty king, now you're strapped in for the ride |
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It's so hard to be a fighter when your hands are always tied |
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But I want to, but |
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I want to, but |
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I want toBut my hands are always tied up |
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Ah, yes indeed |
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But I want to, |
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I want to, |
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I want toBut my hands are always tied up |
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Ah, dirty king |
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But I wish |
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I had myself a dime |
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For every time |
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I cursed your goddamn name |
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Ah, Miss Clean, yeah |
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Oh, motorSweatin' on the line, doin' forty, wastin' time |
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Ain't it funny how that money rots your brain? |
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Ah, put your soul on trial 'cause you lost it all to a tiny vial |
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Look in the mirror when you tell me whose insane, who? |
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Dirty king, dirty king, now you're strapped in for the ride |
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So hard to be a fighter when your hands are always tied |
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But I want to, but |
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I want to, but |
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I want toBut my hands are always tied up |
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Ah, yes indeed |
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But I want to, |
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I want to, |
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I want toBut my hands are always tied up |
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Ah, dirty king |
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But I wish |
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I had myself a dime |
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For every time |
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I cursed your goddamn name |
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Ah, Miss Clean, yeah |
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Your soul in a battle of dope |