| «This kid never comes around here no more
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| He wears the same shit every fucking day
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| Breath stinks
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| He lost it
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| Always bitching and crying
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| This fool is washed up
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| Every time I seen him he’s drunk
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| Wiki’s a scumbag
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| I give the album like a six out of ten»
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| Hate, it’s in they heads, it’s in they hearts
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| Can’t take seein' another fucker taking off
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| They wait for you to slip, trying to take your place
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| Can’t make nothing that’s hot, they gotta play they part
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| They scrape up what we left here, while we paper chasing
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| We straight making that raw, while you say your cause
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| It just ain’t really your taste, man, you must be fake
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| How you hate on something great? |
| You a fucking fraud
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| Man you gone, up all that bullshit up inside your jaw
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| Keep it closed, started with them hatin' hoes inside the yard
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| Tell me shave my uni-brow, I’d rather shave my balls
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| Nah, fuckers always talkin', never takin' charge
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| I wanted this shit since like seventh grade, and that’s on God
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| You couldn’t do it then so ratin' me became your job
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| Everyday I go in, every single day I go in
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| Just today, woke in the rain, and came the latest song |