| Straight edge yelling — drugs selling
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| Worthless piece of shit
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| How can you call yourself true hardcore
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| When you can’t deal with it?
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| You walk around like (fucking/lord) scarface
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| Five minor jerks at each hand
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| I guess they’re just too hight to get it
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| Otherwise they would understand… that you’re a
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| Lowlife… hardcore wannabe
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| Lowlife… that's what you are for me
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| There must have been better times
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| Right now i can’t remember a single one
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| All my feelings proved to be mistaken
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| I thought that we would get along
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| But you’re (just) an oversized leech
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| Draining a scene of its life’s blood
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| Close your eyes — get lost
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| What you see is what you ('ve) got
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| Lowlife… hardcore wannabe
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| Lowlife… that's what you are for me
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| Lowlife… hardcore wannabe
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| Lowlife… stay the fuck away from me
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| What you say and what you do
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| One way or the other comes back to you
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| I can’t say that i have found a cure
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| But at least i know you… that's for sure
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| …you fucking sell out!!! |