| Half assed for most his life
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| Done nothing but stand
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| Talks big ‘cause he’s so small so
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| No one will give him a hand
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| The kind of guy that would steal your cash
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| And buy a burning house
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| Then call you up and invite you in
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| And jerk you off with a sandpaper hand
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| I’d leave him physically crippled
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| Without a leg to stand
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| I’d throw that trash away
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| Because a runt like that is piss in the wind
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| My fist would be the decider
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| I wasn’t raised a fool
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| I’d stomp his ass for free
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| Because a punk like that is piss in the wind
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| Piss in the wind
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| A go-getter who ain’t got none
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| A legend in his mind
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| Always the one to invite himself
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| And then gets left behind
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| Someone must’ve clipped his balls
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| Or wiped his ass all his life
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| A self-centered procrastinator
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| Attention seeker who’s got nothing at all
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| I’d leave him physically crippled
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| Without a leg to stand
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| I’d throw that trash away
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| Because a runt like that is piss in the wind
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| My fist would be the decider
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| I wasn’t raised a fool
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| I’d stomp his ass for free
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| Because a punk like that is piss in the wind |