| Crack a smile for the land of the hypocrite
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| So quick to preach; |
| so full of it
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| Stuck between a rock and disgrace you’d rather savor your face
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| Then be the one standing here, pussy
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| This time ain’t no cease and desist
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| Ain’t no signing on the corner with a flick of the wrist
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| Just a matter of time until you cease to exist
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| Or you’re standing on a corner tryna slit your fucking wrists
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| And I know you know it’s true
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| (Oh what, it’s all true motherfucker)
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| Your time is up
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| The clock’s struck down on you
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| The gloves comes off
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| Lights out
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| Counterfeit
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| Lights out
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| Can I fit
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| My hands around your neck are praying for
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| Lights out
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| Counterfeit
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| Lights out
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| Can I fit
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| My hands around your neck are praying for
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| The day you hit the floor
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| (Take, take, take…)
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| Go fuck yourself
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| Keep the money you can keep the passwords
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| Go fuck yourself
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| You couldn’t find your way
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| You had to ride with me
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| You couldn’t get your way
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| You thought you’d take from me
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| You thought you’d take from me
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| (Oh what? you’re own your own now mother fucker)
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| You’re on your own
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| Counterfeit
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| Can I stick
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| My hands around your neck
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| Find something to blame it on
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| The game went wrong
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| The game went wrong
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| Oh well
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| Lights out
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| Counterfeit
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| Lights out
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| Can I fit
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| My hands around your neck are praying for
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| Lights out
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| Counterfeit
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| Lights out
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| Can I fit
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| My hands around your neck are praying for
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| The day you hit the floor
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| If my message wasn’t clear
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| Let me give you a clue
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| Eat your carrots mother fucker cos I’m coming for you
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| If I’m sounding facetious I don’t mean to
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| Just so we’re clear
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| Your mother should’ve swallowed you…
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| Your mother should’ve swallowed you… |