| Hello Lester this is Gregory
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| Finally my father before me
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| Nose is bleeding
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| Heart is barely beating
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| Surviving you in the den of iniquity
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| Now the sole heir of a fallen tree
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| From an estate on a mountain of misery
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| Hello Lester this is your legacy
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| And I’m almost done
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| Mine is tragedy the son of Satan
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| Lester the molester of children
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| Even mother well the stable one
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| That we loved ran away
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| To the arms of the young blood
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| There in your house there with your wife
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| Her affair with Jeff and the kitchen knife
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| A childhood peer a sworn enemy
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| An old friend with a stab of reality
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| And god is dead
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| I’m on the express to see it your bloodline
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| Severed by the chemicals in mine
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| Define guilt I can find guilt in self defense
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| I think in blue and see in red
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| But there’s no accomplishment
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| To change the past
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| I’ve got my plan to succeed
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| Father through the snow
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| I got mine I got mine I got mine I got mine
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| I got mine I’ve got mine
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| I’ve got mine I’ve got mine
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| I’ve got mine we’ve got we’ve got
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| We’ve got we’ve got we’ve got
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| We’ve got we’ve got we’ve got
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| We’ve got we’ve got we’ve got |