| One for the maggots, punk gets light
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| Every time his crew gets into a fight
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| If I somehow get stomped and kicked
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| I’m comin' for yo ass with a ice pick, prick
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| One for the maggots, two for the bitch
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| Three for the brick that smacks your lips
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| 'Cause you’s a sneaky creepy ho
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| So don’t fuck around no mo', yo
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| One for the maggots, weak-ass pets
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| Who sell out they boys for a bitch they just met
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| And then try to come crawlin' back
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| Bitch, you can juggle my nut sack, ho
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| One for the maggots, punk, fuck you
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| Trying to be like everybody that you ever knew
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| Trying to be somebody that you not
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| Bitch, that’s how ya get shot
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| And left for the maggots
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| «How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?»
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| «Careful, old boy»
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| «How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?»
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| «Careful, old boy»
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| «How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?»
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| «Careful, old boy»
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| «How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?»
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| «Careful, old boy»
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| «How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?»
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| «Careful, old boy»
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| «How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?»
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| «Careful, old boy»
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| «How do I get myself into situations like this anyway?»
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| «Careful, old boy»
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| «How do I get myself into situations like this any-» |