| Did you never give a damn in the first place
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| Maybe it’s time you had the tables turned
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| 'Cause in the interest of all involved, I got the problem solved
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| And the verdict is guilty…
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| Man nearly killed me
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| Steppin' where you fear to tread
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| Stop, drop and roll — you were dead from the git-go!
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| Big mouth fucker, stupid cocksucker
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| Are you scared of me now? |
| Then you’re dumber than I thought
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| Always is, and never was
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| Foundation made of piss and vinegar
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| Step to me, I’ll smear ya — think I fear you? |
| Bullshit!
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| Just another dumb punk chompin' at this tit
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| Is there any way to break through the noise?
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| Was it something that I said that got you bent?
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| Gotta be that way if you want it
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| Sanity, literal profanity — hit me!
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| Spit it out
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| All you wanna do is drag me down
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| All I wanna do is stamp you out
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| Spit it out
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| All you wanna do is drag me down
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| All I wanna do is stamp you out
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| Maybe it’s the way you gotta spread a lot of rumor fodder
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| Keepin' all your little spies and leavin' when you realize
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| Step up, fairy
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| I guess it’s time to bury your ass with the chrome straight to the dome
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| You heard me right, bitch, I didn’t stutter
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| And if you know what’s good just shut up and beg, brother
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| Backstab — don’t you know who you’re dissin'?
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| Sideswipe — we know the ass that you’re kissin'!
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| Biggity-biggidy bitch boy, halfway houser
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| Don’t hear shit 'cause I keeps gettin' louder
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| Come up and you get a face full o' tactic
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| Lippin' off hard, goin' home in a basket
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| You got no pull, no power, no nothin'
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| Now you start shit? |
| Well ain’t that somethin'?
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| Payoffs don’t protect, and you can hide if you want
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| But I’ll find you — comin' up behind you!
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| Spit it out
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| All you wanna do is drag me down
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| All I wanna do is stamp you out
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| Spit it out
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| All you wanna do is drag me down
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| All I wanna do is stamp you out
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| 'Bout time I set this record straight
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| All the needlenose punchin' is makin' me irate
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| Sick o' my bitchin' fallin' on deaf ears
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| Where you gonna be in the next five years?
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| The crew and all the fools and all the politics
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| Get your lips ready, gonna gag, gonna make you sick
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| You got dick when they passed out the good stuff
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| Bam — are you sick of me?
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| Good enough — had enough
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| Fuck me! |
| I’m all out of enemies!
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| Fuck me! |
| I’m all out of enemies!
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| Fuck me! |
| I’m all out of enemies!
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| Fuck me! |
| I’m all out of enemies!
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| Fuck me! |
| I’m all out of enemies!
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| Fuck me! |
| I’m all out of enemies!
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| Fuck me! |
| I’m all out of enemies!
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| Fuck me! |
| I’m all out of enemies!
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| Spit it out
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| All you wanna do is drag me down
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| All I wanna do is stamp you out
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| Spit it out
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| All you wanna do is drag me down
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| All I wanna do is stamp you out
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| Spit
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| Spit
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| Spit
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| Spit
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| Spit it out |