| Act like Jesus crucified again.
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| These four wall are closing in.
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| Who and what do you think you are, a rich mother fucker in a fancy car?
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| Concrete jackal suckin' on the past, goldcard junkie kissing money’s ass.
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| You’re the monkey on my back and it’s time for you to go.
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| Hammered.
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| You’re more harm than my old vice and I don’t want to know.
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| Hey, Hey, you’re hammer, hammer poor.
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| Now you’re feeling low, tired and beaten.
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| Bring you some blades and daggers, pierce your soul.
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| Hell, ain’t livin' six feet in the hole.
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| Get down on your knees in Hollywood time to Kiss some, some ass. |
| Hey, Mr.
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| big time
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| Hollywood, tell your story walkin' if you think you could.
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| Your money’s runnin' low from your cocaine whores, nothin' but a rat scratchin'
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| at
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| my door.
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| Hey, now I’ve said all I’m gonna say.
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| time will judge, see who fades away.
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| You’re the monkey on my back and it’s time for you to go.
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| Hammered.
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| You’re more harm than my old vice and I don’t want to know.
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| Hey, Hey, you’re hammer, hammer poor.
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| Now you’re feeling low, tired and beaten.
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| Bring you some blades and daggers, pierce your soul.
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| Hell, ain’t livin' six feet in the hole.
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| Get down on your knees in Hollywood time to Kiss some, some ass. |