| There i was lookin' for somethin' new
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| Man comes into my view
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| Tells me, «hey kid yo wanna make ten bucks?»
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| Bud gave me dirty looks
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| «Hey man, tells me what i got to do»
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| Man tore the money right in half
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| Says then to kill the fatted calf
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| A rich fat lady with diamonds and rocks
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| I’m thinkin', «Man this sucks, need a cement mixer
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| I ain’t writin' no epitaph»
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| 1st Chorus:
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| Make-up to her chin
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| But don’t ask me where the hell she’s been
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| 2nd Chorus:
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| Broken bones in the gutter
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| But did i murder your mudder?
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| Sorry 'bout dem bones in the muddy gutter yeah
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| My bud Sal and me stole a crane
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| Then i stabbed the bitch in a vein
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| Yeah, she fell down on the big crane hook
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| I got this cool idea from a mystery book yeah
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| Fell down before she felt the pain
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| Put her in the mixer, aimed the chute
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| A few steps back, clean off my boot
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| Couple of days, walk down the street
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| There were bones no more meat
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| Broken bones in the gutter
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| Got the rest of my loot
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| 1st Chorus
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| 2nd Chorus
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| Damn lady so big, eighteen wheeler, trailer woman
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| But she’s gonna make me rich as hell with her
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| 1st Chorus
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| 2nd Chorus |