| I was walking home through an alleyway
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| Paid no attention tripped over a leg
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| It was a dead body hid off to the side
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| He looked like a crack-head, maybe twenty-five
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| He looked rather lonely, both his eyes were open
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| Threw him on my shoulder, took him to the homestead
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| Sat him on my couch, cooked him pizza rolls
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| Opened up his mouth, stuffed em down his throat
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| Then we went to Target, I pushed him in the cart and
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| People stopped and stared, they thought he was retarded
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| I put him in some shades and sprayed him down with axe
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| We rented a movie just chilled and relaxed
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| I found a body
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| I sure as hell could use a body
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| I’m lonely, I could use a homie
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| Ever since I got out stress has been on me
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| We went to Clark Park, it’s my favorite place
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| Had to shoo the birds off, picking at his face
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| Then we took a bike ride, he rode the handlebars
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| Stopped and had some ice cream, he started acting hard
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| First he wasn’t talking, then he wouldn’t eat
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| Then it fucking hit me… I found him in the street!
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| He’s fucking dead, I almost forgot
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| He has a hole in his head from where he must have got shot
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| I found a body
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| I sure as hell could use a body
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| I’m lonely, I could use a homie
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| Ever since I got out stress has been on me
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| I took him to my mom’s house, she called him a user
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| Cuz he had my shoes on, she thinks he’s a loser
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| He don’t have a job yet, got nothing on rent
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| Pretty much everything about him is spent
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| I got into a fist fight, two thugs jumped me
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| He stayed in the car, chilling in the front seat
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| Come to think about it he ain’t really my friend
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| But whatever we got, I don’t want it to end
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| Cuz I found a body
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| I sure as hell could use a body
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| I’m lonely, I could use a homie
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| Ever since I got out stress has been on me |