| Check your ballot and vote this dick, right?
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| You gotta eat, right?
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| You gotta eat, right?
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| I’m not looking down and then looking away
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| I’mma cook a brat like I cook a filet
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| Nobody out here has been talking to Dave
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| Will ain’t even liking what you had to say
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| Do you even love her?
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| Do you even love her?
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| That’s your own mother
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| Bloodsucker
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| Somehow, you can breathe somehow
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| What a waste of paradise, sucking life
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| You’ve become predictable, way you play is typical
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| Settled in the victim’s role, you flourish in the pain
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| I figure that was another ass hard ass part
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| My coke’s inside this bloodied rag
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| I’m in a stats class, smoking backpack pie chart
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| With a grove of muddy greaser bees
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| Check your ballot and vote this dick, right?
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| You gotta eat, right?
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| You gotta eat, right?
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| Do you even love her?
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| Do you even love her?
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| That’s your own mother
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| Bloodsucker
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| You’ve become predictable, way you play is typical
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| Settled in the victim’s role, you flourish in the pain
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| Face facts, you’d love to be attacked
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| The retroactive pieces fit to match all your embellishments
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| Settled in the victim’s role, you flourish in the pain
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| I will watch you suffer like a good consumer should
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| Popcorn in my belly tells me you’re misunderstood
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| Wait, I feel nothing
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| Am I becoming desensitized to virtue touting?
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| Judgments, they’re scowling
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| Pigeons, they’re howling
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| Nobody stops to listen
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| You gotta be on alcohol to hang out in a shopping mall
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| There’s nothing left to buy that isn’t cheaper online
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| The only reason I’m alive is waiting for the A. I
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| To do some tight shit and lemme suck its fucking dick
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| She like it puffy and comfy and lumpy
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| Go make your ass a frumpy dumpy, bro
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| You’ve become predictable, way you play is typical
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| Settled in the victim’s role, you flourish in the pain
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| Face facts, you’d love to be attacked
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| The retroactive pieces fit to match all your embellishments
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| Settled in the victim’s role, you flourish in the pain
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| Can’t take it back, accusations, fact
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| Denial becomes evidence to crucify the innocent
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| Settled in the victim’s role, he’ll anguish in the pain |