| Young Clay Aiken, ridin' with the razor
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| They hear my shit and can’t believe that I’m Caucasian
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| Came from the basement, never lost patience
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| Long hair swingin' like I played for Iron Maiden
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| Drink while it’s rainin', smoke while I’m bathin'
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| Motorola ringin' and my ring bling-blingin'
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| Switchblade shinin', shotgun ridin'
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| White skin pimpin' like a young Rob Schneider
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| Bitch, I’m zonin', bitch, I’m dyin'
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| Smokin' in my grave only time I get silence
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| Bitch, I’m zonin', bitch, I’m dyin'
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| Smokin' in my grave only time I get si-lence
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| I ain’t afraid to die
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| Please come and try
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| I ain’t afraid to die
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| Please come and try |