| Love me
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| You don’t love me
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| That love you sell, it don’t come cheap
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| I lit that fire between ya legs
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| It’s hired by me Instead
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| Inspired by being dead
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| The vampire
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| Wired to worry you’re a satire in bed working that iron and lead
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| And never stood a day on those legs
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| With a bunch of dread in your dripping out of ya pours
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| And so scorn to ignore
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| Thesaurus of war but calling other women whores of course
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| Where’s the source of ya insolence that those spores have endorsed
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| And run whole scam to keep all of the hate on course
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| Trying to duck between the legs of a goose that we all plucked
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| Captain saving a private Ryan that’s been hit by a Mac truck
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| Buying beauticians, get so high and you’ll listen
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| A sigh of deficiency
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| A cry of conditions asleep in the sea with the fishes
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| My intuition calendar of aliens
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| A crying suspicion
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| But you dismissing
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| Cuz your secret is in the eyes of your mission
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| It’s Impossible to ovulate
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| Taken too many anti depressants
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| And you can’t even concentrate
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| Water gate with that gap
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| Marvelous, starving the abyss
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| You better find another to enlist
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| I ain’t in the Air Force, Army, Marines or the Navy bitch
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| I made a switch from you scandalous hoes a long time ago
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| You better be the bitch that could curl my toes
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| When I’m knee deep with a hot dog in your throat
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| See me getting head at the comedy show
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| Or on stage with that ominous flow
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| Then I’m high fiving my bros
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| I’m giving the O face to the ladies looking at me in the front row
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| And the whole place can see me
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| When in Rome then I’m right at the door
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| You may be the one cracking jokes with ya funny style
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| I’m getting dome with your girl in a parking lot pal
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| And I want be the one to let you off easy now
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| Take the sleazy route
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| Poured it out and came
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| Exploited your name
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| You’re pleasing the whole crowd
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| The crown of a royal gem
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| I’m more in love with my oil pen
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| Than the sound of a dying hen
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| Your crying seems to be a trend
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| Too desperate to amend
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| So you seek a new friend
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| And bend every body
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| That thinks you’re a hottie but it never ends
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| Didn’t wanna be the one to have to reveal
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| Your pathetic spiel
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| You could use an Altoid what’s the deal
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| Is it halitosis or that shit you talkin' for real
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| Blood in your mouth swallow it don’t spit it out
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| Cuz that poison that you spreading’s making all of us ill
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| You don’t love me (Love bites)
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| Love me
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| You don’t love me
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| That love you sell, it don’t come cheap |