| Rudy gon' smell that shit in your clothes
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| Rudy gon' tell you just what you know
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| Rudy gon' smell that shit in your clothes
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| Rudy gon' tell you just what you know
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| On the night that Rudy was born
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| Was a great thunderstorm and
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| Mama knew that Rudy was not like other boys
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| Rudy said: I don’t know, but you never did
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| And he kissed him
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| Rudy said: I won’t be there, but you never were
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| And she missed him for it
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| Rudy said: What do you want that nobody else has thought about?
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| Rudy said: I want it now but I don’t know how to say it
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| Anyway I thought it was
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| Please just once look at it
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| From the ground up
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| It’s not what you thought
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| And it’s awfully fucked up
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| Please just once look at it
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| From the ground up
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| It’s not what you thought
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| And it’s awfully fucked up
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| Rudy gon' smell that shit in your clothes
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| And Rudy gon' tell you just what you know, yeah
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| Rudy gon' smell that shit in your clothes
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| Rudy gon' tell you just what you know
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| So Rudy looked out the door
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| Before he ran, spent a moment there
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| Rudy took what he had
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| Sighed a prayer, made his way downstairs
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| Rudy thought: What did I do that nobody else ain’t sad about?
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| Rudy said: I want it now but I don’t know how to say it any way
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| I thought it was alright
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| Please just once look at it
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| From the ground up
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| It’s not what you thought
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| And it’s awfully fucked up
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| Please just once look at it
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| From the ground up
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| It’s not what you thought
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| And it’s awfully fucked up
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| This is the story
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| Of fucking Rudy
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| He was only what he was, and that was enough |