| I wanna let you know
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| I really have to go, to see my dentist
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| Oh god, what the fuck
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| Goddamn my teeth hurt, sittin' in the chair
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| Like whatever’s wrong with them, just fix it I don’t care
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| Hey yeah, I got insurance, just take the damn X-ray
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| What’s wrong?
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| The dental assistant, is a big friggin' esse
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| Your teeth are fucked up
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| Yeah, thanks, tell me something I didn’t know
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| Ain’t been in the chair, since ten years ago
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| And now he’s lookin' mad at me, cause I got cavities
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| The dentist is pissed, with the the tool gum stabbin' me
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| The drool from gravity’s all over my shirt
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| The dentist grabbed his drill
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| And is like, aight, tell me if this hurts
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| Hey, hey, calm down, lo
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| He’s revving up the drill, I can taste my tooth smoke
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| And then, this fine girl comes in, like Portugal
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| Your dental insurance is invalid
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| Oh, word
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| I jump up, run out the goddamn front door
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| I’m off to Western Dental, to lie some more
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| I’ll get it fixed
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| I wanna let you know
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| I really have to go, see my dentist
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| (Hey, fuck you esse, man
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| You didn’t even fucking pay us, holmes
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| You a fucking pussy
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| You fucking pussy, scared of a girl, holmes)
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| Together, you can find, the grooviest of movies
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| And a line of friends, that never ends
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| And thugs, and drugs, and lots of perfectly wonderful parties
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| And one day, you too, maybe become three |