| Just got out of normal jail
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| Now I don’t do coke because
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| I can’t stand tolook at my-self in the mirror
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| My dad lent my fine ass out
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| Now I gotta shit right through
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| My ribs on the kitchen floor
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| Is your man my old man?
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| My old man
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| He kept a
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| Loose asshole, and hated my guts
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| He kept his
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| Pecker up
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| Lied with pigs and burned the barn down
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| I saw loose leather
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| Lose its big britches
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| And the brown smell still
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| Liked to linger
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| So go ahead and
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| Make out with yourself
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| And hope the stench here will disappear
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| I knocked my
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| Dick in the
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| Dirt, where the bodies get buried
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| Next to the
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| Place I live
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| Right where the post that gets licked
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| But They say I’m different, the anti depressant |