| There goes the blower
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| My show more shower
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| Too many clean girls on the promenade
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| African head child and mango flavors
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| Hook up my TV to my old time pagers
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| More toys, more gadgets, and oxygen
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| A brand new box to put my sockses in
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| 'Cause nothing come close to fresh underwear
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| An empty house and handmade chairs
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| Spring in the step 'cause you just paid your poor tax
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| Your little brother stopped smoking the crack
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| And the he said she said a thing of the past
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| Mad lessons next door with a big giraffe
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| And its an evil eyeball
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| Digged up my easel, ax to the easel
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| Catch, catch the measle
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| My steez is unbelievable
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| Shes so kinky blood stones on the pinky
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| Rinky dinky doing
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| Twitch in my loin
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| Fluid in my kidney don’t you dare kick me
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| My big (?) be the big bad (?) your ho
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| Hopelessly hopeful
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| Can I cope with the coke for the flowers
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| More style more powers
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| Uh, more style more powers
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| You a grown man now
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| So you might feel ashamed when you cry
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| Life don’t get much easier
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| The people that paying seem sleezier, sleezier
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| You don’t like me, lightning strike me
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| But we still live to tell the tale and bail
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| And good god
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| We hanging on close to life
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| 'Cause dead people really don’t drink much beer
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| It’s 12 pound a round and the ale is brown
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| Make you want to fight but we don’t go there
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| Wifey don’t want to clean blood from my shirt
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| So we keep the peace and we clean the teeth
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| Put your fingers in peace
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| Learn to love cold b’s
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| And do something with yourself don’t waste your mind
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| Leuitenant I don’t want to do no bind
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| Drunk too much please call me a cab
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| Buy from the (?)
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| Gold in a can (?)
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| Here you go |