| Help, I am in megadebt
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| And wanna sell at loss all of the septic lines I patched
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| Into the main event with some inane arresting glance
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| He gets why I play fight
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| I see Mr. Difficult
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| Then it’s easy to be Mr. Difficult too
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| But it comes the time to call you out
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| As someone I’m too hard to be about
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| Didactic ricochet, whatever, teach
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| Get lost in mumbling mouth to wall
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| I’m just a ratchet kid that sits here stretching out my thighs
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| Between the drills
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| But I’d never flex for your benefit
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| (though I always thought I’d be a benefit to you)
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| I was never good at smoothing out the mumps and missiles
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| I’m too hard about when it’s not hard for you too
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| They want the sportsman’s letter, I’ve already been there
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| With limited editions you could never care for
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| But still beneath the poster bait I got the message
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| Boys be sensitive and girls be, be aggressive
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| But you’d never get hit without earning it
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| And I only hit you first ‘cuz I deserved my own hit too
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| Still it comes the time to call you out
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| Since I’m the one that you should be about
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| But I’d never hit it for your benefit
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| (Though I always thought I’d be a benefit to you)
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| And it’s always time to call you out
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| Since I’m the one that you should be about |