| I learned the lessons of survival of a rival when l’ze ten years old
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| I was so bony that I had to get the lead out
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| He made a muscle and I realized «You're doomed»
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| It’s a piss poor pair of legs that let’s its ass get kicked
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| You better move
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| You better find out something better to do
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| You better move
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| You better find out something better to do
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| Well the people did the peace sign with the one finger
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| But it’s not the one that you use to pull the trigger
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| I don’t think you’re funny, kissin' ass for money
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| Ten pins up your colon and my bowlin' ball is rollin'
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| I almost chili’d in my jammies when he said
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| «Your hair is red white and blue»
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| Reached in my pocket and I offered up a peace pipe
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| This man would not oblige and not listen to reason
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| Feet don’t fail me now because it’s freak hunting season
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| You better move
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| You better find out something better to do
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| You better move
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| You better find out something better to do
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| Well like Michael Jackson, say «you gotta beat it»
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| Homeboys big, yeah, give him the slip
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| That big dummy’s just not worth a shit
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| High step, stepchild, this ain’t heaven
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| Well I’m small and poor, but I refuse to lose
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| I’m one of 13 kids, my hair is red white and blue
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| I been runnin' all my life
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| I sharpened my wit, now it cuts like a knife
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| You better move
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| You better find out something better to do
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| You better move
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| You better find out something better to do
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (x3)
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Stop crying in yo' coffee, fool
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| You got sneakers, baby, make 'em move
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| You got soul, and you’re super bad
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| They’re all alike, and they’re sappy and sad
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| Don’t let 'em cross you up
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| Don’t let 'em put you in jail
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| You’re not a garbage dump
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| You’re not a garbage pail
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| You got a right to feel alone! |