| I don’t know who you are,
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| I don’t know your name,
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| But if you want to live,
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| You better learn the game,
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| Don’t know why you’re here,
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| Ain’t seen your face so far,
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| If you don’t want to fail,
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| You better hide your scars,
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| Make a poor man cry,
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| The way you run your life,
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| Make a poor man laugh,
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| The way you run your life,
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| Time you hit the road,
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| Better be on your way,
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| Don’t scream,
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| Don’t shout,
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| Three strikes and you be out,
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| It’s a shame I know,
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| No chance to see the show,
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| Fear the man, kill the snitch,
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| Just remember Life’s a Bitch,
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| I don’t know what you’ve got,
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| I don’t know your mom,
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| But if you don’t like your life,
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| Then don’t act dumb,
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| I don’t know where you go,
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| And I sure don’t care,
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| If you don’t want to starve,
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| You better get your share,
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| Make a grown man sick,
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| The way you run your mouth,
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| Make a grown man shake,
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| The way you’re running out,
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| Time to hit the skids,
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| Better be on your way,
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| Don’t shout,
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| Don’t scream,
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| Three strikes and they be mean,
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| A shame you’re right,
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| No chance to see the fight,
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| Be a man, fix the glitch,
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| Just remember LIfe’s a Bitch,
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| I don’t know what you see,
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| I don’t know the score,
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| But if you don’t like blood,
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| You better close the door,
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| I don’t know how you think,
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| Don’t want to hear your tale,
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| And if you talk too much,
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| You’re going to land in jail,
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| Make a tall man short,
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| To see you act this way,
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| Make a short man puke,
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| The way you waste the day,
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| Time to go to hell,
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| Better be on your way,
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| Don’t moan,
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| Don’t pout,
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| Three strikes takes your ass out,
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| Oh no, bad news,
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| No chance to shine your shoes,
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| Fear the sky, eat the rich,
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| Just remember Life’s a Bitch |