| Hey there Mr. Marlboro man, what you gonna do,
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| When there’s nobody left but your choke smoking self to abuse?
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| Hey there Mr. C.E.O man, where you gonna be,
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| When your daughter and me hop the first cheap flight to Fiji? |
| Or Paris?
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| There you go telling me how I feel again,
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| There you go telling me what you need again,
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| There you go telling me how to be again,
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| Just like you, aint it true?
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| But like that nasty King Kong,
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| Cock strong and half a block long,
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| There weren’t nothing as the song that I wrote when you dissed me.
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| Hey there Mr. Fraternity boy, what you gonna say,
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| When its time to admit to your family and shit that you’re gay, anyway,
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| Hey there Mr. Head-In-The-Clouds, you know what I found?
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| Got the tape of the rape and that ass that you pound, how profound, pass
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| Around,
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| There you go telling me how I feel again,
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| There you go telling me what you need again,
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| There you go telling me how to be again,
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| Just like you, aint it true?
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| But like that nasty King Kong,
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| Cock strong and half a block long,
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| There weren’t nothing as the song that I wrote when you dissed me,
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| Just like that nasty King Kong,
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| Cock strong and half a block long,
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| There weren’t nothing as the song that I wrote when you dissed me.
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| Everybody Lunch,
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| Lunch,
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| Lunch,
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| Lunch,
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| Yeah everything’s alright,
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| Leave it alone tonight,
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| Yeah everything’s ok,
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| Just tell your mom you’re gay,
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| Yeah yeah,
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| Just like that nasty King Kong,
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| Cock strong and half a block long,
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| There weren’t nothing as strong,
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| As that nasty King Kong,
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| Just like that nasty King Kong,
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| Cock strong and half a block long,
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| There weren’t nothing as strong as the song that I wrote,
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| Motherfucker. |