| You remember the orgy? |
| All those sluts
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| There was no other guys there, except for her husband
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| I was fucking her husband
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| Drugs, up in this club
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| I don’t want to dance, I want to get numb
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| Drugs, my bitches who touch me
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| Never come down 'cause we’re living it up
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| Dear mom
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| Dear old dad
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| I can’t tell you all the fun I had
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| There’s been up down, rounds and rounds
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| I ain’t stop for a year and a half now
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| Class clown but nobody laughing
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| Avalon, bored and on the plastic
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| Corny bastards caught in traffic
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| I take Phantom and get there faster
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| While a black, crackhead tranny licks my ass crack
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| In a black Trans Am with a cracked tranny black you’re shit is whack
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| So am I when I’m drunk and high
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| But it don’t seem to matter 'cause the kids still buy
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| Ching ching, baby buy me a ring
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| Gonna walk down the streets like the white Jay-Z
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| Stop, stop
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| Drugs, up in this club
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| I don’t want to dance, I want to get numb
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| Drugs, my bitches who touch me
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| Never come down 'cause we’re living it up
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| Dear John
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| Dear old Jane
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| I had to leave town in a blazing flame
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| Shit got hot like a lazer beam
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| Kids gathered round it was crazy, screams
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| Little baby shouldn’t see these things
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| Dad half dead with a needle in his weewee
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| See me on MTV on MDMA
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| I gave VD to the VJ
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| Comin' in at number one
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| I got a bullet with your name written on it in my gun
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| Now baby tell me what you really want
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| Drugs, up in this club
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| I don’t want to dance, I want to get numb
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| Drugs, my bitches who touch me
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| Never come down 'cause we’re living it up
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| Dear God, mother Mary
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| Hungary hanging from the apple tree
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| Avalon, hung like a donkey
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| Freshilonky come on little mommy
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| Textbook maniac, highjacked a train and cracked
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| Jesse James Dean is my name I pray to Cadillac
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| Games so type, pussy lips drip spit
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| Lick clitorises from here to Brazil
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| Drugs, up in this club
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| I don’t want to dance, I want to get numb
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| Drugs, my bitches who touch me
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| Never come down 'cause we’re living it up |