| How I am supposed to live
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| With all this shit up to my ears
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| Plebs are fighting over this
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| You sound like a true son of Dis
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| A thousand weeping ovaries
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| Hawks rip out the liar’s eyes
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| I’ve been here since 2006
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| Spoken like a true son of Dis
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| My DVD has a terrible scratch
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| I lounge and I prefigure the past
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| Blankly cataloging the hits
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| You sound like a true son of Dis
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| Every slut you’ve ever known
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| Swam to safety and made a home
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| Can the weak hand still make a fist?
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| Spoken like a true son of Dis
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| Level 6 ring
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| While you were out taking a piss
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| Signs appeared and were explained
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| The enemy showed a great restraint
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| You sound like a true son of Dis
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| High scored almost everything
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| Found some slacks that almost fit
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| And I like wearing them
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| Spoken like a true son of Dis |