| Many have come and gone
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| Still left out of the guttural swansong
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| Takin' nothin' but the best in the area
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| Givin' me grief, but fucker I’ll stare you
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| Down, 2−3 you’re out of there
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| Maybe it’s me but I’m frantic, in a panic
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| Ain’t never had a problem since you stopped comin' here
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| Big man walkin' but bitch, I’m still talkin'
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| Can’t you see it’s gotta be this way?
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| Gimme any reason why I’d need you (boy)
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| Gimme any reason why I’d need you (boy)
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| Gimme any reason why I’d need you (boy)
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| Gimme any reason not to fuck you up
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| Ain’t gonna leave and you know I’m never gone fade
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| Here it comes again, gotta burn again
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| Time now, throw down, don’t dirty me
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| Right on your ugly-ass face cuz
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| I aint the one who let you in,
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| And I ain’t the one who set you off
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| But I know damn well when someone’s pushing my buttons
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| Let tell you somethin', I’LL PUSH YOU BACK!
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| «Soon as that camera goes off, he’s gonna f*ck that little dog.»
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| Gimme any reason why I’d need you (boy)
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| Gimme any reason why I’d need you (boy)
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| Gimme any reason why I’d need you (boy)
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| Gimme any reason not to fuck you up
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| Gimme any reason why I’d need you (b*tch)
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| Gimme any reason why I’d need you (b*tch)
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| Gimme any reason why I’d need you (b*tch)
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| Gimme any reason not to f*ck you up
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| You’re made of flesh
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| (What I’m focused on) |