| Beast of greed upon that eye
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| That never raced the winning women
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| Got a problem when I kick my worthless limp
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| Mediocrity will set an ambush
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| High time I sat with my friends
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| And jetro hover cat a bin on CNN
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| Sweet love from between my legs until
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| Some boys come to quiz much to me
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| Well the PigMan rode extreme’s exstatic
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| And the heat is static
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| Well I’ve got nothing to be
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| Ninth time that I left my care I was
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| Sick and shame and welted, scabbed, enough
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| Dark east starts moving in inside
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| Came though the culture clips then
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| Beast of greed upon that eye
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| I turn the tables to for now
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| Keep a hold of your chump change for the night
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| Big boy could stick it into me
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| Well the PigMan rode extreme’s exstatic
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| And the heat is static
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| Well I’ve got nothing to be
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| Yeah
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| You know I hurt so many that were used to me
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| Here we go, some mingled time |