| Wrench is just a household God
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| but I carry mine with pride
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| I don’t work but I can work with it to split your smile
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| Run you down without a twitch,
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| your car’s just not as big as mine
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| Tear the son out of your bitch and
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| sprinkle your remains with lime
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| I ain’t no workin’man,
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| I do the best I can,
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| I got the devil’s hand
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| Rollin’sixes
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| I am the habit man,
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| I use up all I can, I got the slacker’s hand
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| My afternoon’s remote control
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| Daydream milk and genocide
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| Tranquility with broken knees, silly putty enemies
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| Butter knife in your side
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| What I got I got for free, middle finger technology
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| What’s yours is mine, yours is mine,
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| told you fucker, yours is mine
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| Snake eyes for sissies
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| I ain’t no workin’man,
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| I do the best I can,
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| I got the devil’s hand
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| Rollin’sixes
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| I am the habit man,
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| I use up all I can, I got the slacker’s hand
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| I am the pedophlle’s dream
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| A messianic Peter Pan
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| Just a boy, just a boy, just a little fucking boy,
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| I can never be a man
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| I ain’t no workin’man,
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| I do the best I can,
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| I got the devil’s hand
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| Rollin’sixes
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| I am the habit man,
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| I use up all I can, I got the slacker’s hand
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| I ain’t no workin’man,
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| I do the best I can,
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| I got the devil’s hand
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| I am the habit man,
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| I use up all I can, I got the slacker’s hand
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| (Oh no, Oh no) |